ABIGAIL SUMMERS, 1 March 2025

It was Saturday and Abigail spent most of the afternoon with a friend from work, Shauni, at a steakhouse restaurant nearby. It was a great way to relax and unwind, and best of all, to share it all with someone who knew exactly how good it was America was back on track.

“I just hate it when people are ungrateful,” Shauni said and downed another glass of wine. “I don’t understand why we don’t just pull the plug on that little piece of shit, Zelenskyy, now?”

“The president will, Abigal said, leaning back and looking at the cars passing on the road. Everybody is in a bloody hurry – so typical. “We will,” she repeated. “It will happen soon. No need to throw money into that hole any longer.”

“Like with my ex.” Shauni picked up a rib that still had a little meat on it to finish it properly.

“You heard from him?”

“No, but I know he is still pissing it all away. I’m not giving him anymore, because Frances is not getting it anyway.”

“But what if he–“

“You mean courts?” She huffed. “He won’t do anything about it. Jerry doesn’t have the money–like I said, he pisses it away.”

“Oh yeah,” Abigail said and helped herself to more wine. A lot of things were right in the world today.