Scarlett, always up for adventure, put on her hat and readied to make her way to Grand Central Station to meet Velma, her oddcouple best friend, coming from the countryside
Scarlett sat on a hard wooden bench, loving the excitement of Grand Central at rush hour. Where could all these funny little people be scurrying off to? Her mind wandered to Sherman. Nobody had visited since his passing and though Velma was her dearest friend, Scarlett couldn’t help wonder if she shouldn’t have removed a few of her photos of dear Sherman. The ones in her bedroom were fine, of course, but there was the enormous painting of her true love over the fireplace. She’d had it painted after he’d passed, from his nose to the top of his head.
Velma hadn’t seen it, and Scarlett had kept its plan and perchuse rather quiet — unusual for Scarlett who threw care to the wind.
Well, she couldn’t hide it now, Velma would be here any moment, and they’d return to Scarlett’s apartment together.