Vesta waited by her old Ford for her friend to de-train, anxious to tell about her latest letter from Jean. She still couldn’t believe all he’d written in it. And her uncharacteristic, uninhibited response! She giggled to herself as the train pulled in.
Velma hesitated at the train door, located Vesta, smiled and came along.
Vesta had practiced how she’d tell her modest friend about Jean’s letter and the photos she’d had taken for him; she launched into her story.
Velma was buying lunch; she insisted.
“…in a new custom-made two piece bathing suit!” Vesta cackled out her punch line about her pin-up photo shoot. Velma blushed, choked a little on her french bread, and took a gulp of wine. They giggled together through lunch and all the way back to the rooming house.