Wendy Marvell Age Novels & Stories

"Yeah. I used to think that giving everything to Theo made me some kind of a great mother. But in the end, the only one who was moved by all that… was me." "Well then…" Wendy grinned, mischief lighting up her eyes. "Tonight, I'm treating. We're going out—and I'm gonna take care of you properly." Wendy was single and proud of it. She loved bars, clubs, and everything that came with them. Sharon waved it off quickly. "No, no… I'm good." "Good? What do you mean good?" Wendy cut her off. "Back at Bell University, you were the campus queen, remember? Do you know how many guys fell for you during prom night, after that dance performance of yours?"

Now she was dragging her own suitcase, practically fuming with outrage. Still, she remembered one place clearly—the Duncan estate. She’d stayed there briefly as a child, and the location had burned itself into her mind. Sure enough, when she pulled up by cab, she spotted Marianne taking her usual stroll near the gates. “Grandma Duncan!” Wendy called brightly, waving as she rushed over. Mrs. Duncan squinted at the young woman bounding toward her. She studied her face for a long while and still didn’t recognize her. “It’s me, Wendy!” the girl announced with a girlish giggle. “I came to be your granddaughter-in-law!”

They’ve talked before about having her move in officially and then renting out her house for extra income, enabling them both to retire earlier than they planned. I don’t know what it’s like to be with someone you love more than anything, who loves you right back. And I certainly don’t know what it’s like to have that person taken away from you. I really like Wendy, and Mom totally approves of her, as she told me in another dream. She’s the opposite of my mother, who was creative and free-spirited. Wendy’s a paralegal at Silver Ridge’s only law office. She’s worked the same job her whole adult life, has short, blonde hair, loves routines, and owns more cleaning products than the cleaning com