Velma realized she was exhausted. The traveling, the city party, the exciting dream of buying a little New York flat… she didn’t feel retired at all! She grabbed her afghan and retreated to the porch. It was sunny, warm, and silent. She settled happily into the rocker and pulled out her current project. Then she closed her eyes and listened to the birds, the slight creak of floorboards as she rocked, and something that sounded like rabbits in the garden. The sun warmed her face and she smiled. She smelled the warm blossoms. She spent the whole day thus, crocheting.
By dinner, Velma had finished a gorgeous pineapple doily — in Scarlett’s signature color. She looked down at her handiwork and felt deeply satisfied. Scarlett would love it.