Velma woke in the sitting room attached to her bedroom. For a blurry groggy moment, she didn’t know where she was. She blinked, looked over at Gram’s paisley pillows and indulged in a stretch, relishing the warmed day bed and the pressure to stay in bed brought by having a guest. Paisley always reminded her of Gram and it was a favorite of Velma’s because of this.
Scarlett’s whiffling snore postponed Velma’s usual leap out of bed. Instead she recounted happy thanksgiving grazing, chatter, nice wine and a growing cadre of friends. It was settling for that first guest to come; Scarlett made Velma’s new digs feel more permanent and friendly. She grinned, curled up, and planned to introduce Scarlett to her library friends.