Scarlett strode along to a favorite nearby bar, arm in arm with Velma and chattering all the way. “I’ve been thinking about your retirement idea all along, of course, but I didn’t think I was ready. I thought you pitied me, having just lost Sherman. I came to wonder about my exhaustion, though. Maybe it wasn’t just losing Sherman. He did keep me trotting along. So I threw a big urban party, and we made the papers again, just like always! Thank you so much for your help with the menu, the guest list, and the socializing. You were splended. Two dirty martinis please”
Two martinis later they ordered again and hashed out all the pros and cons of country life. And city life as well.