Sample the book

BREANNA LOVEDAY’S TIME DOES NOT STOP

ONE

Royal Ludlet & Lower Ludlet

“Well,” said the very elegant, young and pregnant Mrs. Madonna Mule, to her handsome, older, multi-millionaire husband Mr. Serge Mule, “only one more week to go, Hon.”

“Yes,” replied Mr. Mule as he hugged his heavily pregnant wife on their long white sofa in front of their five-foot-wide television, “That’s right. Gosh, by this time next week we’ll have a son to one day take on the Mule family legacy.”

“He will be the finest son anyone could ask for,” blushed Mrs. Mule, “I always … always wanted a son.”

“And he will be beautiful – I’m sure of it – beautiful and nimble just like you, Madonna,” said the husband, and kissed Madonna’s slender nose. “I hope this isn’t all too much for you, babe? after all, you are only twenty-two years old.” Mr. Mule said this knowing he was much older than his wife.

The wealthy couple had only been married for two years. They lived in a lavish mansion on the far north-side of Royal Ludlet – far from the border to Lower Ludlet where the Mules were sure all the poor people resided. They adored their beautifully large house and the staff. Mrs. Mule spent most of her days looking wonderful for her husband who kept them rich. They had no time for anyone who lived in the awful Lower Ludlet. They couldn’t afford to be judgemental.

Stevenson and Odette Bendaluni on the other hand were not millionaires and used the little money they had sparingly. Like many people in Lower Ludlet, they lived in a cramped townhouse on the southern side of Lower Ludlet, where many people had to work two jobs, live simple lives just to care for their growing families. The Bendalunis enjoyed their humble home – even if it was very basic and not fancy in any way – and were very grateful to be able to spend time with their young family often.

“Odette,” chided Mr. Bedaluni late one night just before climbing into their sagging bed with his loving wife, “You’re still as wonderful as the day I first met you on the winding steps of the Inter-Ludlet train station.”

“Hey, I can feel the baby kicking,” gasped Odette with joy in her eyes. She, like Mrs. Mule, a woman who she’d never met, was heavily pregnant.

Stevenson Bendaluni rubbed his wife’s large belly and kissed her on the forehead sweetly. “What is it now, fourteen days until this little one is due? I mean, it might come sooner.”

“Oh yes,” replied Odette, “a fortnight from today! Four children it will be now. I hope this one doesn’t hurt as much as the other three.” She winced.

Stevenson guffawed, “Don’t you forget: I’ll be by your side – just like the last three times.”

“It’s getting close to sleep-time,” yawned his wife looking towards the bedside clock shaped like a cat-face which read 9:03pm, April 20th.