Abel
Friday arrived way too quickly. Four in the morning came even faster, but the alarm went off and Janelle practically jumped out of bed. She’s not a morning person at all, so I’m guessing she’s running on pure adrenaline. She’s dressed in a very professional skirt, blouse, and matching jacket with her brown hair styled in a way I’ve never seen it. Parted to the side with a large, detailed clip holding it back. By the time I’m up and washing my face, she’s halfway done with her make-up. I brush my teeth and go to the closet trying to figure out what I should wear. Janelle breezes by me, examines my side of the closet, and pulls a suit off the rack before handing it to me and turning to select her shoes.
“I guess that solves that puzzle,” I chuckle exiting the closet. I pull the suit o
