1989: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.
warnings: adult content, mature rea...
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April 1993
It was lightly raining when Ulyssa arrived at her twin sister's house. She was dressed comfortably in a sweater set and a beanie as she carefully jogged up to the duplex. The plastic bags she was carrying had a smiley face printed on them, full of Chinese takeout.
Yolani was setting up her small dining table with plates while her sister took the food out of the bags as Echo watched on. She could smell the chicken fried rice and was eager to eat just as they were. Lately, Echo has been stuck on eating rice, cooked any which way. She still loved her mashed potatoes too, of course.
"I met Echo's dad today," Yolani said in the middle of their dinner. She noticed the little girl was picking out the peas from her rice and mashing them between her fingers before eating them. "Bill."
"Yeah, okay," Ulyssa said, more focused on chewing her Beijing beef.
"Alma told me they had taken pictures today at JCPenney. They were dressed super nice," she said, smiling at Echo. Since she had been there, she had changed into lilac footie pajamas. "Very fashion-forward, very New York. You know what I mean?"
"Of course, I stayed with them there, remember? Alma dresses very nicely there. I was even surprised she could look like that," she said, sipping on her can of orange soda.
"Right. When I saw her today, I thought the same," she said, spearing a piece of sauteed broccoli. "He seems a bit serious..."
"Bill?"
"Well, yeah, 'Lyssa, who else?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, kinda. He made me nervous when I first met him, but he's actually pretty nice. I don't know if serious is how I would describe him, though. More like reserved." She could tell when speaking to him that he seemed to be thinking more than what he would share out loud.
"Mhmm," she expressed as she chewed. "What does he do? I remember you telling me he had a fu-" She took a cautious glance at Echo. She didn't like to curse in front of her, so she corrected herself. "Frickin' penthouse in Manhattan. Like that's lavish, no?"
Ulyssa chewed slowly to buy time. Yolani had heard about her trip to New York City, but because her friend asked, she had omitted the strip club part. "I told you, business, stocks, shit like that." She shrugged and proceeded to take a big bite of food to keep her mouth busy with something else.
"Watch your mouth around the baby... bitch," she said, putting her hand up to conceal the lower part of her face from Echo while she mouthed the word. "Okay, sure. But he has to at least come from money, right? That sounds like trust fund baby crap."
"'Lani, I don't f-frickin' know! Can we just eat?"
"Fine," she digressed. "I know Alma is your best friend, but remember, I'myour sister. Your twin sister. I know when you're not telling me something."
