At the rooming house kitchenette, Vesta ground some rich coffee with chicory and put it on the old stove to percolate. She was expecting Velma any minute to discuss buying a flat together and their trip to New York — together for the first time. Dear Velma, such a twittery little thing. Vesta felt an absolute rock by comparison. Here she was, in fact. They sat down to plot out their trip. The coffee was ready, dark and hot and full-bodied from the chicory. Should they drive or train?