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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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60 Chs

Chapter 47: Air Supply

By the time we flew over the US border the pressurized air system was malfunctioning and our passengers who were napping, awoke irritable and nauseous. I panicked and woke Ali. He rubbed his eyes and peered at PSI gauge. We were at an unsafe level of 9.4 psi.

“Lukas, didn’t you notice we were losing air pressure?”

“No, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry! Take this plane down to eight-thousand feet and hold steady while I call in an emergency landing at LAX.”

“What’s going on up there?” Said the large man in the passenger compartment.

“Nothing we can’t handle sir, but I must ask you to put on your oxygen mask. It’s going to be a little uncomfortable” Ali said.

“Oxygen?”

“Yes sir, please follow my request and you’ll be just fine.”

The large man peered at Eddie and growled.

“You told me; this pilot can be trusted. Pray to God we don’t crash Chavez!”

Eddie smiled at the large man sheepishly and uttered.

“Si Senor.”