“Biscuit?” Vesta looked over the top of her glasses at Velma. They laughed together at the town teashop, where they’d met unplanned and Velma had shown Vesta her new brooch in the shape of a cat — which was now named Biscuit. Vesta was growing to love her funny new friend. They shared highlights from their trips to the city and vowed to meet for lunch if they happened to be there simultaneously again.
Vesta opened her package – a thank-you gift for her host, Jean. Velma hesitated, then “Well, it’s gorgeous of course. A little masculine for me, but really a lovely piece. I’m sure she’ll love it.”
Vesta’s turn to hesitate. “Um, it’s for Jean after all. Oh, uh, Jean is a man, a French man that I’ve…. known … for years. A dear friend and former colleague. Next time we’re all in New York I will introduce you; he’s lovely.” She felt her face warm just a little as she chattered, and saw that Velma noted the flush of pink. Vesta closed her eyes and squelched a laugh. Blushing at her age!