Vesta’s first thought about the city was surprising: it was Jean. It was him when they traveled to New York together from Paris — a millenium ago. They were in love. Or something akin to love.
His bed-tousseled hair, stubble and exacting blue eyes all signified ‘carefree.’ Had she been carefree too? Vesta struggled to remember. Then dear Velma’s voice brought her back to the present. “So what do you think? Would you like to go in with us and look for a little getaway in the city? There’s no rush, of course, Scarlett needs to move out here to the country first.”
They had escaped the rooming house to the village tea shop. “Escape” might be a little much, but they didn’t want the other spinsters to be jealous or get excited about a mere idea. In addition, of course, Annie’s tea shop was so comforting and warm any excuse at all would do to duck into the sparkly sweet-smelling storefront.