Scarlett woke from her dreamy return to childhood with a renewed sense of strength and organization. Right, then.
First she would organize a meeting. She rang the country rooming house and one of the spinsters went to retrieve Velma while Scarlett dashed off to get paper and pen.
She grabbed her planning book and got back to her red phone before Velma answered from the countryside.
“Yes you and Vesta both. I just think that if we could all sit down over a gin or a bottle of wine we could sort out enough details to look at a few flats while you’re here. Then we could give it a good think before we meet again.” Scarlett was running on all cylinders, quickly calculating where to put everyone in her admittedly over-sized New York apartment.
Velma would stay in the guest room as usual, while Scarlett could make up the sofa in her guest room to be very comfortable for dear Vesta.
“We do have to be realistic, after all, dear, about what we can afford. So you and Vesta come to me and we’ll lay our cards on the table and go look at real estate in our price range. Oh I can accommodate any itinerary, just get yourself and Vesta together and come.”