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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 . . .

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Chapter 32: Mariachi in Ortega Park

Francesca set the book of Lord Tennyson poems, on the window seat and peered out of the plate glass window that faced Ortega Park. Living in a small studio second level apartment, she heard all the sounds that radiated up from the streets. Beneath her window on the street below a city sanitation truck was collecting garbage. She could hear the workers singing in Spanish, as music blared from a boom box that was strategically placed on the dashboard. She reflected on her dislike of fast-paced Mexican wedding music.

Why do I hate Mariachi?

As the truck pulled away the door buzzer sounded. Anticipating the arrival of her friends she pressed the button and heard an unexpected, but familiar voice.

“Frankie, are you in? Its Connie!”