Everyone walking around along Valley Drive appeared to be quite well-to-do and properly dressed. In fact, everyone looked very conservative, just like Angela and her family. Unlike before when she arrived at this address, every girl and every woman had little to no skin showing. They all looked as if they were attending a strict traditional church (except it wasn't Sunday). It was such a contrast from normal that Angela just had to stop dead in her tracks and stare at it all. But don't get her wrong. She was immensely pleased to see everyone like this. It was just that she didn't know how it could be possible. Not only were the people different, but the buildings along the street were no longer run down and trashy. They instead looked almost brand new and very well kept up.
She approached her car in a daze - it was still parked exactly where she left it. But when she arrived at the driver-side door, she stopped and actually looked at it. The car was the same make and model, but it looked worn out and rusty. She always made it a point to have her car look presentable, but what she saw right now was nearly a wreck-on-wheels. What had happened?
A woman walked by, dressed in a long-sleeve starch white blouse and ankle-length beige skirt. The whole outfit (and also the woman's tight bun hairdo) just screamed conservatism. Yet, Angela remembered seeing her earlier, dressed (to her distaste) like a hooker. The woman looked at Angela appraisingly, but then noted that she was trying to get into the rusty car, at which point she gave Angela a "hmph" of disgust and continued on her way.
Not knowing what else to do, Angela got in the car and drove back home. She needed to be surrounded by something familiar.
