“Are you girls here to look at real estate?” The young man peered into the old Model A at the three spinsters. “Girls?” Vesta sputtered in disgust, “girls!?” She pushed open her door and rose majestically, dressed to kill. “Girls, young man? We are grown women, and I would ask you to speak and act accordingly.”
“Oh, uh, well my dad isn’t feeling good, and he asked me to bring you guh….women around to look at some real estate. I’m gonna take over for him. Eventually, you know.”
Scarlett extended her hand between the two, laughing a little. “I haven’t seen you since you knocked over the tree at your parents’ Christmas party, dear boy!” She knew how to cut tension.
Vesta smiled in spite of herself.