Their first year passed in their apartment at Poplar Abbey. For three months, Samantha bagged groceries at a local deli, saving every penny she earned for rent, for the electric bill, for something, anything, to fill the bare rooms of their home. When she was fired just before her ninety day probationary period was up, she scrambled for another opportunity. She went to the library and printed as many copies of her resume as she could, and then blanketed the area around Poplar Abbey, asking, with a polite smile, if somebody, anybody, was hiring. Eventually, she was hired by a florist and clipped roses for a year at six dollars an hour.
Angelo encouraged her, and occasionally he would take out his camera from its leather case, but there were no more casting calls, no more photo shoots, no more dark-haired girls covered in makeup.
Angelo encouraged her, and occasionally he would take out his camera from its leather case, but there were no more casting calls, no more photo shoots, no more dark-haired girls covered in makeup.