While Scarlett and Velma hobnobbed at the library, Vesta did her errands matter-of-factly and returned to the rooming house in fall’s early-darkening dusk. During these days of austerity, the “extra girls” agreed to turn the heat down significantly during the day. Vesta put the radio in her sitting room on softly, put the kettle on, traded her boots for slippers.
Entering a warm home was one thing. Returning to one’s cold space was better, somehow. More intimate. Coming in from the biting outdoors, both chilled, warming, getting comfortable together, blocking windows and lighting lights, keeping the night and the cold at bay. Person and place working together. Vesta closed her eyes and sighed a satisfied sigh.