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Things were running into one big mess. Bach thought he had it all in order for tonight. Sundays were for sleeping with Emily, which meant that Isaac would spend the night at Mrs. Gordon's. Bach could do his thing, show up silently in the early hours and pick up Isaac before he was awake. They did it twice a month and it worked.

Mrs. Gordon had the flu, and now Bach had seventy minutes to find someone to watch Isaac and be on time with his customer. He considered family, neighbors, Hana.
It was Isaac playing with his toy guitar that gave Bach another idea. Essie. "Let's go see Essie, don't you think, Isaac? Come on, bag, guitar, blanket, go go go!"

Fifteen minutes later they were in front of Essie's enormous house. It took Bach a moment to locate the bell, before ringing it, long.

Date: 2015-06-25 10:53 pm (UTC)
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Essie almost broke, but stopped herself, giving the boy a smile as she opened the door. "I'm pretty sure you Dad has things you guys need to do. Can't keep you all to myself all day." As much as she might want to. They weren't hers, she was stupid to think she had any claim on them. Bach had been desperate and she shouldn't, couldn't, read anything else into that, even if she thought there had been... something the night before.

She was just projecting. That's what they called it, right?

Opening the door, she had to tug a little to get Dan to head outside. "And honestly, don't worry about the juice. Pretty sure the market has plenty, I'll be fine. And it was my... pleasure. Not a problem. Have fun today, okay, guys?"

And with that she escaped into the morning air, tugging Dan along as she headed them towards the beach. It was going ot take a long walk before she felt like she could go back without tears in her eyes.

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Bach Jones

Introduction

I sing. I play different instruments, when I can get my hands on them. I'm saving for a harp and a cello. Right now I only have an old guitar, brandless. But it's okay, when I have a song it doesn't matter how it's created. Because that's what I'm really about, songs. My own, they make my life better. But if the public wants a known song, I will sing a known song. Because you can't live on music, this world makes you need money. I'm ..Siren Cove isn't that bad. The people here aren't bothersome, that's nice. They appreciate your space. Maybe in some time I'll start to feel at home here.

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