Vesta met with her seamstress, giggling through her fitting for a new handmade bathing suit. She told her friend about Jean, about his letter, and about her plan.
A week later, Vesta was wearing the suit in a little photo studio over the bakery on main street. It was sunny and warm and her funny photographer friend put on some burlesque music. The two giggled and reminisced the afternoon away, playing dressup; playing model. Vesta had never actually done such a thing before, and here she was, a middle-aged pinup model!
Vesta changed into an evening gown and long sexy gloves.
She had moments of doubt, but as her photographer friend pointed out, nothing was at stake. Certainly her long friendship with Jean, sometimes physical, could withstand a bump if she’d misunderstood. As the afternoon wore on, and they broke open the wine, she cared less and less. She was having fun.