Scarlett loved to shop for people, to give gifts. She’d thought and thought on a gift to thank Velma for the countryside frolic over Thanksgiving. Since Scarlett’s dear Sherman had gone, the city seemed less bustling, grittier, busy yet grey, lonely. She wrapped her gift with giddiness, having found the perfect gift — in her trademark color! She heard Velma clicking down the long hall of the rooming house to her sitting and bed rooms, and scurried back to Velma’s bed, vacated for the duration of Scarlett’s stay. The dear thing. She would give Velma the gloves after their pre-dinner naps.