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The Sunshine Trilogy

Marc is a retired automotive professional who started writing later in life. The Sunshine Machine is his first novel and part of a trilogy with a prequel and sequel in the works. When Marc is not writing he enjoys playing acoustic guitar, hiking trails in the Adirondacks, reading and spending time with his family. Marc is a graduate of the school of Architecture and Environmental Design from the State University of New York at Buffalo. and resides in Buffalo with his wife, Kathi. Growing up in the household of ABUELA GUADALUPE, a native American woman and a single parent mother, molds FRANCESCA into a young woman of conflicted thoughts about sexuality and self. Her mother, SORPRESA DA RIMINI, a flower child of the sixties, offers little support to her maturation and Abuela Guadalupe provides only mythical native tales of the “The First People” to school her in feminine sexuality and identity. From an early age she discerns that she is different, supported by the fact that she has a mysterious birthmark on her hand. Abuela Guadalupe insists that it is a sign of her wolf spirit, which affirms strength and vision. Others see the birthmark as a curse and bad luck. Francesca’s halcyon teen years are interrupted by the untimely death of her mother, Sorpresa. At her mother’s funeral she meets the patriarch of the Da Rimini family; GUIDO DA RIMINI. She is surprised to learn he is her grandfather and requests that she return to the family; The Da Rimini family her mother was banished from years earlier, because of her illegitimate pregnancy. She accepts the patriarch’s proposal but later pays a heavy price, when she is raped by her cousin; ROBERTO “Robbie” DELGADO. Francesca's troubles are far from over . . .

Marc M. Minnick · Realistic
Not enough ratings
60 Chs

Chapter 54: Family Reunion

Officer Jones got back into his cruiser and drove up to The Mission. He parked in the courtyard and proceeded apprehensively towards the church's entrance. Thinking Father Paolo was still accepting penitents for confession, he pulled open the massive oak door. Although, the outside temperature hovered in the sixties, the narthex of the church was as cold as a crypt. He removed his Stetson and wiped the sweat from his brow as he entered. As if he was expected, an ancient woman in traditional native dress approached him, and without words led him away from the church's nave and into the private priests’ quarters. Father Paolo was seated behind a massive mahogany desk, smoking a cigarette and enjoying a late morning coffee. Upon seeing officer Jones, he immediately snuffed the cigarette out, straightened in his chair and with a startled look questioned the policeman.

"May I help you Officer?"