Scarlett got up from the booth, considering her lunch with Don a success. She straightened her skirt, returned her cafeteria tray, and went home. Smiling all the way.
Back in her giant rent-controlled apartment, she hung up her coat and kissed the cat (black, fat, named Sherman). The girls would be here from the country soon to discuss buying a flat together in the city. She got out a drinks pitcher and thought about what to make.
Such a lovely early summer day, she thought maybe gin and tonic would be a fine fit. But she wasn’t sure about Vesta and her taste. Sangria? Scarlett chuckled at herself, buying a flat with a woman she didn’t know well enough to serve drinks? Yes, that was about right.
If Velma knew her and loved and respected her, which she did, then that was good enough for Scarlett! Nothing was beyond being undone, no matter what transpired. Scarlett got out her favorite frosted glasses and iced them down, then she started to prepare a pitcher of Sangria.
It was going to be a fun weekend.