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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 37: Crazy 'bout a Mercury

Goleta Taxi service dropped us off at La Chereza Madura on State street.

Ripe Cherry? Telemundo Spanish comes in handy translating names of bars and restaurants.

There was a muscular swarthy brown man with a shaved head at the club-door, as if he was guarding the gates to a sheikh’s harem. Ali spoke to the impressive man and he stepped aside, as we walked in.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"I told him you were my date, so I wanted to show you a good time!”

"What the hell, Ali! I’m not gay! What’s wrong with you? Most doormen would have told you to take a hike, with talk like that!"

Ali waved off my comment and replied. “That would never had happened."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because the large man was a sodomite. Didn't you see the earing in his left ear?”

“No, but what does an earring have to do with being queer?”

" How many men do you know have penis-shaped earrings like that?”

"I don't know any guys with earrings in their ears.” I replied.