The dress was perfect to see my idol: Abigail Adams. The dress cost me a $25, I don’t even know how I’m gonna pay this back to Abel; but it’s perfect. The bottom portion is crimson at the ends bordered in gold lines, loops, and flowers. The top is a white blouse that complements the gold and crimson. I squeeze into the dress trying not to wrinkle it. Thank God it fits. I look out the window of my small bedroom. I see Abel’s hazelnut hair an absolute mess, like always. He was chopping wood for the fireplace. We share a house together. It is small, but we make it work. I quickly shift my focus from Abel to my hair. I swiftly put my hair up into a bun and slip my shoes on. I walk into the kitchen. Abel left a slice of bread and butter out for
