Heavy Hits from the Depression|Alfred and Amelia
The walk home from the diner was miserable. There was a terrible rain storm hitting the area right when Amelia had gotten out of work. She had nothing but her heels and uniform to keep her covered. She thought about buying a newspaper to keep her head dry but that costed money and wasn't worked into her budget list despite the kind tips she had received from young and old men alike. Her charm helped a great deal... Along with her unbuttoned uniform, but in order to stay hired at that diner you had to take in good costumer reviews. Her body struggled to walk along the sidewalks due to the new idea she had adopted. If you can survive without food there's no need to eat it. Especially with money so tight and Christmas coming up, the depression was causing a lot of financial issues in the Jones household. Not only would her own government give her a job, Alfred wasn't even getting paid as much as he should have been. It want something that she liked to think about. Her brother being worked to the bone was enough to make her blood boil. Hoover was being an asshole about sparing some money to them too. Amelia let out a small sigh, listening to the heavy patters of rain drops on her house's street. For the neighborhood she lived in, the majority of her money went to paying the bills. By that time she had just enough for food, but instead she had focused her money on a gift for Alfred that upcoming Christmas... and gifts for Alice... Her eyes settled on her house. It had been a good three hour walk that Amelia endured. She lied to her brother so he wouldn't waste his money on his car. It was selfish to make Alfred go such a long way to get her. With a small hope that he wasn't home, the eighteen year old walked into the door, kicking her ruined shoes off by the staircase. More money to waste on new shoes. Maybe she could patch them up. Her dress clung onto her body and the more she tried to wiggle herself out of it the more it refused to slip off. She gave up on the uniform and walked into the kitchen to see if they had any coffee. She couldn't sleep because she had to stay up and fill out all the paperwork sitting on her desk. For a woman who wasn't allowed any say about her country, she got the small liberty of filling out stacks of papers monthly. There was a loud bang which only made her groan. Alfred was home.










