13th of February 1948

After a lengthy drive down the winding road and a quick right turn, the bright yellow taxi parked in front of her new home. She survived two buses, seven states, and a taxi from Topeka to the place where she would probably spend the rest of her life. That is, if everything were to work out perfectly for her. New York City was a lot of fun, probably the most exciting time of her life, and would definitely be held in her heart the same way her daddy's land in Mississippi was already. Yes, she had a great apartment and a blossoming career, but there was one thing New York didn't have that Abilene did: her love.

With a smile, she allowed the chivalrous taxi driver to open her door and help her out. Her shiny midnight blue pumps sunk a bit in the dry dirt, causing her to stumble. "Woo! Thank you, mister." The gentleman nodded in her direction before walking to the trunk to unload her suitcases. She continued on the uneven rocky path that led to the front door of an eggshell white ranch home. It was beautiful. All the letters she read about it could not and did not grasp the loveliness of this place. It was taking her breath away. He was not telling her fibs when he promised her a gorgeous, quiet place surrounded by fields and animals. She was more than pleased.

As the sun set in the distance, she stood holding her hand over her eyes to shield them from the golden brightness, searching for any of her new neighbors from the shaded porch. She figured someone had to be out taking care of some type of business at this time. If not, someone had to at least hear the taxi drive down the road. She clicked her teeth in frustration before tightening her grip on her coat while she sat on the swing.

When her taxi driver finished placing her suitcases near the front door, she tapped him light and placed her fare and some extra money in his hands. "Penny for safe travel." Once he disappeared down the road, she took another good look around the area from her porch. Somebody had to come.