The card was postmarked New York, New York; tearing the envelope revealed Scarlett’s signature color first, then a gorgeous energetic card. Then out slipped a check. Velma sighed. Her city friend did not give up; she might as well start planning her trip back to the city and Scarlett’s first party in ages. She sat down in the rooming house living room and looked out the window, willing away tiredness she still felt from her last city venture. The other spinsters trickled in for afternoon tea and Velma repaired to her room and a nap.
Waking to the dull glow of a late winter afternoon, Velma moved Scarlett’s thank you gift, wrapped and ready to post, from the bureau to her suitcase and smiled. The beads were beautiful and she knew Scarlett would love the range of pink-to-scarlet colors. It would be fun to watch her open it; maybe another trip to the city would be manageable. Maybe it would even be fun. If she traveled off-peak she might even afford a new dress. She lilted off to dinner where she’d tell the girls about her upcoming adventure.