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Okay here’s another major character from Divas.  Enjoy.

Sonora Livingston-Bundt was born Wanda Bundt in Queens, New York City – her mother a seamstress, her father a fitter in a shipyard.  (She was never quite certain what a fitter was, however.)  She had an attractive, willowy frame and was seen as a ‘natural’ for ballet.  She was encouraged by her music teacher at school to enroll in a local dance academy that had an excellent reputation for turning out highly qualified dancers, who frequently turned professional.

Wanda thrived.  She was bright and enquiring at school, and she absolutely dazzled at the dance academy.  By the time she was in her late teens she had changed her name to Sonora, because “Wanda” just wouldn’t do as a stage name.  She had every intention of making it big in the dance world.  She had her heart set on making her professional debut with the corps de ballet at the New York City Ballet – and she did.

She rose with startling ease within the company, and was dancing minor roles within a year.  However, she had tastes and ambitions that were not being met on her lean, dancer’s salary.  She embarked on a sightseeing tour of the eligible New York City and adjacent area bachelors.  She knew better than to have any casual boy friends who might distract her, and she set her sights on the crème de la crème of society’s brightest.

She had her very own, up-to-date edition, of Who’s Who, and did her research with great earnestness.  She quickly weeded out the sickly, inept, poor and stupid, and had honed in on her ideal choice – Brandon Livingston, of the Westport Livingston’s.  Yale undergraduate, Harvard Law, and a comfortable berth in Daddy’s media empire in the city.  However, Brandon had a good sense of the zeitgeist, and was soon heading up a new branch in Daddy’s company, developing computer software.  Yes, he was just what she was looking for.

They were married, and she became Mrs. Sonora Livingston-Bundt.  And although she no longer danced, she kept the world of dance firmly in her sight.  She was determined to be a patroness of the arts – and of dance in particular.  She arranged lavish gala celebrations and fund raisers, and was soon the Queen of the New York arts society.

The years passed pleasantly enough. Brandon was wildly successful with the software division, but was hardly ever at home or available.  She was forty before she knew it – but still dancer trim.  It had been decidedly inconvenient for her to have children, so that family function had been passed along to Brandon’s siblings.  The in-laws seemed content with that.  She was still glamorous and involved, but was growing increasingly restless.  She wanted to travel.

Brandon could never get away, so off she went on her own – Europe, Asia, the Peruvian jungles; treks across Mongolia; archeology in the Southwest…  And that is how she discovered the glories of Santa Fe – fell in love with its magical charms, and bought a house at Chamisa Springs.

This was easily accomplished because, just the previous month, Brandon had run into a tree and died while skiing in Aspen with his boyfriend.  Of course, she inherited everything.

The grieving widow had managed to re-conceive the circumstances of Brandon’s death for his family and friends; and in her great sorrow, sold the penthouse in New York, and moved out west to her new Santa Fe home to grieve and heal.  At least that was the story.

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