Scarlett put on her best stomping shoes and met her realtor. These shoes always had prevented her from making any rash or bad decisions. The heels could audibly mark her path or twist on a squirming victim. The toes were just right for denting shins – including a warning flash from the shiny studs – or for pointing her the right way. There was a lot of power in her stomping shoes.
And she needed it. The realtor was an old family friend who took Scarlett to the best brightest most upscale apartment on the books. Scarlett adored it! Brand new, tres moderne! Without her shoes she’d have been charmed into a downpayment or lease. The three women needed to talk about their stylistic and geographic expectations first. All the details around sporadic rooming were easy. Luckily they were in no rush.