“… up to my eyebrows in party preparations, Velma! You must come of course! I’d love you to come early and help with preparations, just like the old days. I know you were just here, it was marvelous darling! …Yes of course, check your funds.”
Scarlett held the phone receiver between ear and shoulder, filling out invitations as she spoke. She looked forward to planning the menu. She hoped Velma would come.
Her fabulous modern dress hung in the closet until the big day.
She was excited to reconnect with the party scene, culling guests from old guestlists, her updated address book, and many of the new youngsters at the publishing house. She smiled into the receiver and instructed Velma to call with her itinerary. She would pop a little checkiepoo in the mail to help her afford a quick return.