Velma had purchased her train ticket to visit Scarlett weeks in advance, as usual. Happy to get the invitation to the big city, she’d scrimped and cobbled together her funds, and was immensely relieved with the ticket in her clutches. There was no turning back, having finally decided she could afford it.
Velma bought a new hat for the train ride into the city.
She was thrilled with her classy handmade purchase and felt strong, cutting a dashing figure as she moved from her countryside rooming house to bustling Central Station. Her first visit since Sherman had passed, Velma felt a twinge of guilt about being pleased to have Scarlett all to herself. She knew Scarlett loved Sherman, but he’d been so…. needy. She grimaced to herself and tried to squelch her relief.