A fan of small intrigue, Scarlett had been happy with the harmless life that she and Sherman had carved out for themselves in the city.
But now with Sherman gone she was at loose ends. Visiting Velma and the other spinsters, Thanksgiving in the country, had been a welcome distraction. Scarlett had called to extend her vacation, and was staying on through Christmas. She was pacing the grounds of the rooming house, contemplating her life in the city without Sherman and her new distaste for her editing job, and shuddered.
Scarlett clutched her fur and spun to search out tea, nearly knocking over the gardener. A girlish giggle then “Ooops! Oh, I AM sorry sir” and she swept away toward the rooming house. He watched her go.