Velma and Scarlett made their way into the village to the library. Velma had been volunteering since her first week at the rooming house, passing herself off as employed to her spinster colleagues. Wary of pity, Velma lit lightly wherever she trod, always keeping an open avenue. Scarlett had an energy that smoothed out social situations; she found delight in novelty and people. Scarlett effused about the library building, its varied staff, and the beautiful
furnishings. The other women at the library — libraries were acceptable social places for the ‘extra women’ left behind by the growing occupations — of course took to Scarlett right away, inviting the pair to join them for lunch. Velma hoped they would prove interesting enough for Scarlett to consider country life as a viable option when she retired from her job in the city. She fretted about her library narrative being inconsistent with reality, too.