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.
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Mid-June 1993
Bill was back in New York City. Doing what he always did. It was the same every day for nearly ten years. Visiting Seattle was the only thing that ever broke up the monotony of it all.
Leaving Alma this time, she managed to keep her feelings at bay. As now she knew this arrangement would soon be in the past, she held onto it. However, after passing her accounting final, she considered going to New York with him, but that would have needed more notice to reasonably take off work. So once again, he was gone, and she stayed behind. He needed to settle things in New York now.
Bill was walking inside Trigger Finger with a photo frame tucked under his arm. Alma had given him an extra copy of their family photo shoot to give to Bianca but had stressed to him to buy a frame for it before giving it to her. Today he was finally telling her his plans to move to Seattle and thought the photo would be a good ease into it.
Bianca gasped with delight when she was handed the photo while he sat down on the couch opposite her in the loft.
"You all look so darling!" She exclaimed, tapping on the glass protecting the photo with a long French manicured nail. "Alma looks gorgeous! I love her dress. Was it something you picked?" She looked at him.
"Nah, that's something she had in her closet already." He smiled.
"That's taste, babe! You clean up nicely too!" She complimented him with a cheeky wink. "Echo looks like such a big girl. When I was speaking to Alma over the phone, she mentioned that she's in a toddler bed now."
"She is, yeah." Bill smiled, rolling the sleeves of his black dress shirt up his forearms. "Took her a while to actually want to sleep in it, though. Um, I was wanting to talk to you."
Bianca looked at him with intrigue and laid the photo down on the cushion next to her. "Oh? Everything okay?"
"To be upfront, I'm in the process of purchasing the record shop Alma works at. So, uh-"
"You're moving." She looked a bit sad, which Bill hadn't expected.
"Well, yes. Um," he rubbed his stubbly chin. "It will be my more permanent residence in the coming year. I just think that for Echo, it's the right place for her to grow up right now too."
"I understand." Bianca took a deep breath. "And then, that means you're stepping back. That means–"
"You'd take on my role," Bill sat back and laid an arm on top of the backrest. "Is that something you want? You know, when Myrna passed this place off to me, I always thought it should have been you. It's a reason it was such an easy decision for me to partner with you too."
"Mhmm." Bianca gazed down in thought. "'Cause I had my boys. They were much younger then. Having kids changes a lot." She smirked.
Bill lightly chuckled. "Yeah, it sure does." He knew that for a fact now. "Priorities change too. But I'll still be around, you know. Every few months, I'll drop by. I'm still keeping my place here so."
