Vesta took one last look at the skyline and jumped in a cab to the train station, kissing Jean on both cheeks, smiling and thanking and waving.
The whirlwind visit had been exhilarating sophisticated urban and draining. She was glad to be going back to her rural rooming house, reading, quiet tea and walks and, well, being the local sophisticate. But it was saving to know she had city options.
Vesta opened her May Sarton paperback and read for a while. When she looked up again, she was well into the country and worked hard to reconcile her feelings of anticipation and regret.