Vesta prepared for her talk on poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950). She mulled over her outfits, bearing in mind she would not be on the university campus this time. Finally, she chose what she had always considered her most authoritative choice. It was visually strong and physically comfortable. While she did not want to be intimidating, she did not have her professorial post to back her up any more. Some of her sister spinsters would drive the distance from the rooming house, but otherwise Vesta wasn’t sure what to expect of her audience. Book club girls? Stodgy older men?
Vesta topped her outfit with her favorite hat, grabbed a topcoat, and looked for the keys to her Model A. It had been some time since she last lectured; she was nervous.
At the last minute she added a feminizing touch to her outfit, lest she offend. Then she jumped in the old model A and made her way to the library and her newest career adventure.