Velma gladly bundled into the empire state express train, stashing her traveling case and finding a quiet area at the end of the train. She and Scarlett had talked and talked and talked about country living and city life. And about spinsterhood, love, lovers, pets, the past and the future.
They weren’t sure if they could afford to keep Scarlett’s apartment in the city, but agreed that it was a little frightening to lose all ties with their urban pasts.
Snow remained in the countryside; the train pulled into the little rural station; it was the perfect pre-dusk moment; the snow was blue; the sky was green; the sun was sharp. Velma breathed a sigh of relief, retrieved her case, and went to look for Vesta and her Model A. Vesta. She would understand, with her urban academic past. Vesta! She would have something to add to the conversation, surely.