The Sun Shines Again

100 Pages·2018·0.25 MB·English

by  Wendy Lovell

The Sun Shines Again
Wendy Lovell
Published by Wendy Lovell, 2018
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Copyright © 2016 by Wendy Lovell

This book is a work of fiction. All names of characters,
except local or international celebrities or locations,
are the author’s imagination, or have been used
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Wendy Lovell
Author
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Biography

Wendy Lovell is a former Primary school teacher who
has a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology with a
minor in Education. She has been an avid novel
reader since childhood. Ms. Lovell currently lives in
Barbados the land of her birth and can be contacted
at [email protected] or on her Facebook
page.

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Book Description
Still recovering from the devastating experience of a
failed marriage, Maria wonders if she could ever give
her heart to another man, especially a man like
Charles to whom she is attracted but very wary of.
While finding solace in maintaining her family
relationships, she enlists the help of her best friend
David whom she trusts explicitly, in exploring a
relationship with Charles.
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Table of Contents
Title Page 1
Copyright Statement 2
Biography 3
Book Description 4
Chapter 1 6
Chapter 2 13
Chapter 3 21
Chapter 4 28
Chapter 5 37
Chapter 6 42
Chapter 7 47
Chapter 8 51
Chapter 9 56
Chapter 10 58
Chapter 11 61
Chapter 12 66
Chapter 13 69
Chapter 14 73
Chapter 15 77
Chapter 16 80
Chapter 17 83
Chapter 18 89
Chapter 19 92
Chapter 20 95
Chapter 21 98
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Chapter 1

Rays of sun penetrated the thin material of the black
umbrella Maria sheltered her head with, making her
feel even hotter and more irritated than she was
already. As she crossed the busy Bridgetown Street,
bustling with people and traffic on this Friday
afternoon, her mind was far from concentrating on
what was happening around her. She was thinking
about what she was about to do. This was her court
day. The day she was to finally legally end all ties with
her estranged husband.

She sighed as she made her way through Broad
Street towards the Mutual Building, which housed her
Lawyer’s office. As Maria entered the building and
mounted the stairs leading to the second floor, she
wondered why life had turned out this way for her.
This wasn’t in her plans. She wanted a long and
happy marriage to a man who loved her dearly and
whom she adored.

"Be that as it may," she told herself, "this is how
things turned out and I have to accept it and move on
with my life."

She bounded up the last flight of stairs, pushed open
the glass doors, walked down the corridor, turned the
corner and rang the bell on Mrs. Walker’s office door.
Ms. Connell, Mrs. Walker’s secretary, answered the
door and ushered her in, closing it behind her.

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"Good Morning," she said with a smile, "Mrs. Walker
is expecting you. Please have a seat and she will be
with you shortly."

“Thank you," said Maria and sat gingerly on the edge
of a nearby sofa.

She surveyed the room quietly. It was actually the
third time she has been to this office but on the two
previous occasions she had spent most of her time in
Mrs. Walker’s private office rather than this outer
office. On one of the cream colored trowel plastic
walls hung a large Certificate. Maria could not quite
make out the writing on it but it seemed to belong to
Mrs. Walker. A painting of a black woman holding a
baby hung on the adjacent wall. Besides the filing
cabinet and secretary’s desk and chair, the office
contained two pieces of furniture, the one she was
seated on and another one opposite. Both were the
same style and burgundy in color.

By this time the secretary had sat back down and
alerted Mrs. Walker via telephone of Maria’s
presence. Ms. Connell then resumed her typing on
the computer before her. Maria glanced at the stack
of magazines on the built in table of the sofa she was
seated on. She pondered whether to browse any of
the magazines. She finally gave in to her curiosity and
picked up a magazine with a picture of Oprah on the
cover. She leafed through the magazine, half
interested, her mind still focused on what she was
about to do. Five minutes later the inner office door
swung open and out strode a tall handsome man
dressed in a dark blue well-tailored suit. He smiled as
he walked past Maria and nodded at the secretary
who had just looked up from her typing. Behind him
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came Mrs. Walker, a heavy set, pretty woman. Mrs.
Walker extended a hand and said graciously,

"Good to see you Mrs. Brathwaite, sorry to have kept
you waiting, please come into my office."

After extracting her hand from Mrs. Walker’s palm,
Maria walked nervously into the office.

"Please have a seat," said Mrs. Walker closing the
door behind her and rounding the corner of her large
oak desk to take a seat behind it.

"So this is your big day Mrs. Brathwaite," she said,
putting on her gold-framed glasses and adjusting her
seat. "Let’s see now, I just want to make sure we
have all the papers in order," she continued, shuffling
through some papers she had taken from a large
brown envelope in her top desk draw. "Well
everything seems to be in order, are you nervous?"
she asked, looking down at Maria’s twitching hands.

"Yes, very," said Maria hesitantly, without looking up.
"I have never done this before, nor do I ever intend to
do it again."

"Well, on the other hand I am quite experienced at
practicing this type of law and I assure you that you
have nothing to worry about. I haven’t heard from
your husband and I doubt that he will make an
appearance today. We will just let the judge know the
grounds on which you want the divorce and he will
grant it and it will be all over in a matter of minutes,"
replied Mrs. Walker looking directly at Maria.

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"I have never been to court and I am a little scared but
it sounds easy enough to me," sighed Maria breathing
in sharply and putting on a brave face.

"Now that’s the spirit! You have got to go into that
court with your head held high with confidence! You
have done nothing wrong,” declared Mrs. Walker
rising from her chair. "We can ride across to the court
in my car. The case starts in twenty minutes. It will
only take us ten minutes to get there."

Maria breathed a sigh of relief as she walked back
through the gates of the courtyard and on to
Coleridge Street. She was so glad it was over. The
judge had treated her kindly, recognizing that it was
her first time in court. She had been granted the
divorce, two years and two Thousand, five hundred
dollars after she had filled. She felt free once again,
although a part of her was sad that her life had turned
out this way. At least no children were involved she
told herself as she walked back through Broad Street
and the bustling crowd. It was now after four thirty in
the afternoon and the street was even more crowded
than before. Maria hurried to the Mini Bus Stand to
catch a Market Hill van.
As she approached the stand there were many school
children and adults waiting for buses. There was no
Market Hill van to be seen, so she had to wait along
with the others. It was at times like these that Maria
really missed her car. Not having a vehicle was so
inconvenient and stressful for her. Standing near a
vendor’s stall to avoid the direct rays of the sun, Maria
comforted herself with the thought that things would
get better and she would soon get transportation
again. As she stared blankly at the buses as they
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drove in and out of the stand and people embarking
and disembarking from them, she saw a Market Hill
van and hurried to catch it.

Lifting the latch to the front gate of her rented home,
Maria could see a front window open which meant
that her best friend Kerry and her little boy John, who
shared the house with her, were at home. Maria
unlocked the front door. She was not in the mood for
talking so she just said good evening and proceeded
to her bedroom. She opened one of the sash windows
in the room, turned on the television and the fan, and
sat heavily on the bed. What a day! All the
nervousness and tension of this afternoon came
flooding back to her mind.
She lay back on the pillows and tried to concentrate
on what was showing on the tube to take her mind off
the day’s activities. A cartoon was on and Maria
wasn’t very interested in cartoons right now. She got
up and went to the refrigerator and poured herself a
cold glass of Mauby, took the radio from its perch on
the microwave oven and carried it together with the
glass of Mauby to her room and closed the door. She
searched the radio dial frantically for BBS station. She
needed to hear something mellow and soothing to
relax and unwind. Finally she got the station and
draped herself across the bed with her eyes closed,
having taken a few sips of the refreshing Mauby. An
unfamiliar song was playing but it had a good melody
and the lyrics weren’t bad.
By now it was ten to six and outside was beginning to
get dusky. Maria could hear the sound of the wind in
the trees outside. It was good to be alive, she told
herself. This was the beginning of a new life. The
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