Velma felt like a girl again, not that awful word that the children from town often called her — spinster. She had screwed up her courage and asked about being a library volunteer. To her relief the library head was grateful and delighted; they could keep her as busy as she’d like. It was the first brush of fall; a few brown leaves swirled in outdoor corners and the clouds had changed indescribably. But the nip in the air was fleeting and the leaves were not yet ablaze. As patronage at the library picked up, Velma bought herself a few new fall wardrobe pieces to cover the new butterflies in her stomach. The very next day she politely declined a ride in Vesta’s old Model A and marched with great purpose to the library with as much spring in her step as that first day of college.
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