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Sara Colter was sitting in a restaurant being ignored.
She was an elderly woman, nothing special about her. A tear was playing in her eye and she was angry at herself for feeling how she did.
An annoyed waitress stopped, “Can I help you?” she sneered.
Sara, trying to be cheerful asked for a cup of tea. The waitress told her the price, and Sara showed her the money. The waitress walked away.
The tears could not be stopped now.
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Sara was born in Jamaica and grew, the spoiled daughter of an important man. She was involved in politics since she was five years old, standing on a platform shouting her support of her Daddy’s Party.
She went through school at the top of her class, then to Kingston for a very good High School. Then into University where she studied law.
During her University years she was involved in campus politics and was known by every undergraduate. When she graduated, she went into practice and became famous within four years.
She was everywhere, an icon. After twenty years of practice she was virtually begged to do a radio programme, which was very popular, then a television show.
Everyone knew her, and she was all that. She’d been encouraged to run for politics.
Her Chambers had been staffed by first quality people. Young lawyers who wanted to learn at her foot, para legals who worked tirelessly for Sara Colter; proud to say they worked for The Sara Colter.
Sara’s niece, Hortense, wanted a job and she gave her one. Hortense was an unattractive by blow of her elder brother.
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Hortense had a great resentment for her famous aunt. Having to work for her was repulsive, but she had no choice. She couldn’t find a job as she had a bad record. Previous employers had fired her for theft or attempted theft, for forging documents. She had never been charged because she was caught in time.
Hortense told Sara that these were lies, and Sara believed her.
Hortense came to work for her Aunt and noticed a fantastic opportunity to steal. Sara had been retained to have a property subdivided.
This was a simple action, but Hortense took it a few steps farther, she sold the properties.
The land was being sub-divided. It had not been sub-divided. The owner had his own plans. But the map was in Hortense’s office, and she was seeing ‘clients’ when she knew her Aunt was on the radio or would be engaged in another city.
Hortense sold a number of properties and when the Titles weren’t forth coming and complaints were made to the General Legal Council, it was Sara Colter who was charged.
Sara knew nothing about it.
When she learned it was her own niece who had done this, what could she do? Locking up Hortense would not exonerate her. After all, she was the Attorney, she could not blame her staff.
So Sara, knowing she would go to prison, knowing she could not repay the sums taken, left the island. She flew up to America, and then, disappeared.
She lived under an assumed name in a nothing area. She got a nothing job under the assumed name.
In America she was not The Sara Colter, she was Agnes Finster, nobody. And she could not attempt to be somebody. If anyone saw her, she was going to be deported and sent to prison in Jamaica. She she sat in the Sugar Bun restaurant, drinking a cup of tea, ignored by everyone.
