Scarlett sat at her city kitchen table making lists and juggling numbers. She wasn’t really retirement age; certainly not Mandatory Retirement age! But a lifetime of childless urbanity had set her up for some financial choicemaking. It would be tight. Especially on her terms.
And then, Scarlett loved the extremes of her life as it was right now: the quiet solitude of her apartment and the bustling elbow-to-elbow companionship of her fellow New Yorkers. Moving to Velma’s rooming house with the other spinsters — well, Velma had always been a bit of a commie. But a sweet little dormer apartment in the town, well, that might work. Especially if they could figure out how to keep one small tendril of space back in the city.