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Taking Back Mary Ellen Black
Starring
Mary Ellen Black…in the role of a spunky single mom determined to reclaim her identity after losing it (and everything else) in her recent divorce
Supporting characters
Jenna O’Brien…in the recurring role of brutally honest best friend
Amber Nowicki…as Mary Ellen’s preteen daughter who’s just beginning to understand what it means to have an identity
Shelby Nowicki…as Amber’s pesky, attention-grabbing younger sister
Frank Black…as Daddy, Mary Ellen’s first and most enduring love
Grandma Czerwinski…as a woman, wise despite her years
Mrs. Jacques…as friend, neighbor, cheerleader and benefactor
Nonsupporting characters
Eddie Nowicki…as a man whose broken dreams break him financially and emotionally
Louise Black…as Mary Ellen’s hypercritical mother who is threatened by her daughter’s strength and determination
Special guest star
Ryan “Rye” O’Brien…as the young, studly love interest
Lisa Childs
“Ms. Childs keeps her readers glued to the page with a potent combination of romance, humor and suspense.”
—Escape to Romance
Award-winning author Lisa Childs has been writing since she could first form sentences. She grew up not far from the west side of Grand Rapids, Michigan, which was her dress rehearsal for creating Mary Ellen. At eleven she won her first writing award and was interviewed by the local newspaper. Now, with a wonderful husband and two young daughters, she is a veteran player in the trials, tribulations and joys of motherhood and marriage.
Readers can write to Lisa at P.O. Box 139, Marne, MI 49435 or visit her at her Web site, www.lisachilds.com.
Taking Back Mary Ellen Black
Lisa Childs
With special thanks to my editor, Stacy Boyd,
for your help and support with all my books
but most especially for understanding how important
Mary Ellen is to me!
And for three of the strongest women I know, love
and admire—my sisters, Helen, Phyllis and Jackie.
With extra thanks to Jackie for providing the
mortgage brokerage information.
Contents
CHAPTER D: DAY Divorce
CHAPTER E: Employment
CHAPTER F: Friendship
CHAPTER G: The Girls
CHAPTER H: Happiness
CHAPTER I: Initiation
CHAPTER J: Jackasses (apparently not all men are)
CHAPTER K: Kids
CHAPTER L: Leave it alone
CHAPTER M: Meeting Rye
CHAPTER N: New housing & a New Eddie
CHAPTER O: Occasions
CHAPTER P: Paint Stains & Pestilence
CHAPTER Q: Quitting Time
CHAPTER R: Revelations
CHAPTER S: School
CHAPTER T: Tests & Threes
CHAPTER U: Under the Knife
CHAPTER V: Venting
CHAPTER W: Wedding
CHAPTER D - DAY
Divorce
Usually, the A, B, Cs start it all, the beginning of the alphabet, of words, sounds, books. In this case, the first chapter of my life will start with D, for divorce, which, in some ways, is really when my life began—when I first took back Mary Ellen Black.
My husband, ex-husband as of today, hadn’t wanted her, hadn’t even bothered to turn up at the courthouse to contest my asking the judge for my name back, the name I’d been born with but couldn’t use again until I was told it was legal. Eddie hadn’t contested my full custody of the girls, either; he knew pushover Mary Ellen would let him see them whenever he wanted. But he hadn’t wanted, not since he’d walked out on us for the twenty-year-old waitress at the restaurant he owned—or barely owned. If what he’d convinced the Friend of the Court was true, the restaurant was losing so much money that he couldn’t pay child support.
And so I was stuck where I sat, in my grandmother’s car, in the alley behind my parents’ house in the old West Side Grand Rapids neighborhood where I’d grown up and where I’d had to return after the bank had foreclosed on my gorgeous six-year-old house in Cascade. The repo man had taken my SUV, so I had Grandma’s Bonneville to use since her cataracts prevented her from driving anymore. Of course, she could still keep track of ten bingo cards every Saturday morning at Saint Adalbert’s.
Sitting in the car behind my parents’ house wasn’t going to help me figure out how everything had gone so wrong. I knew that, but still I couldn’t summon the energy necessary to open the car door and crawl out. I’d done enough crawling when I’d begged Eddie to come back, to work things out, and then when I’d lost the house, I’d crawled home to Mom, Daddy and Grandma.
No, Mary Ellen Nowicki had done all the crawling; Mary Ellen Black was stronger than that. I didn’t know much else about her anymore, but I knew that. Yet still I slumped on the bench seat of Grandma’s old Bonneville. No wonder her blue-haired head didn’t show above the steering wheel. This seat was low, really low.
I glanced over the wheel and around the alley. No yard. Just the big, square two-story house where I’d grown up, the alley and the detached garage. Inside the dark shadows of the garage, the tip of a cigarette glowed. Dad had knocked off early from the butcher shop and was checking his oil. That’s what he told Mom he was doing when he was really out getting a smoke. Nobody checked his oil as often as Dad did.
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