Ohh, you're a high society girl. All the song and dance of being ever so proper with adults from when you were- what, six?

[It's a part of Wellsbury but not Abby's part. As much as she and her non-Ginny friends had comfortable lives with deep bank accounts, they were still riff raff to some of the families in town. Norah was the closest to them, having activities that required her to dress and act the part. Better than Abby could ever manage.]

Sam, huh? Good to know. Anyway, I'm here. And I've had one friend pick out a dress for me, and another pick out jewelry. Kinda feel I have to show up so they can appreciate their good taste. Also to swear in front of rich people and make them uncomfortable.

[Abby is not, and never will be, housebroken.]