Velma’s mind wandered while shelving books. The gloves she’d received from Scarlett were so daring! Grinning, she vowed to find opportunity to wear them – though Scarlett was the party maker. Velma recounted Thanksgiving and the visit through Scarlett’s eyes, agonizing over persuading her friend to retire to the countryside. After these months, Velma was comfortable with the other spinsters. But Scarlett was her oldest closest friend; she added spark everywhere she went, always finding a twinkle in the gloom.
Velma pulled her red wool coat close around her neck and stepped out into the dinnertime darkness. Lo and behold, she noticed the library’s white lights for the first time. Twinkling in the gloom. She smiled to herself, shuddered, and started the icy walk back to the rooming house.