“Okay, Sonny, I had some real estate questions for your father, but let’s just start by looking at furnished apartments in our price range.” “Sure.”
Vesta drove Sonny and her two pals around the city, seemingly into every nook and cranny.
Prices were all over the place.
The three co-buyers were excited about the possibilities, disappointed in the realities, and in the end overwhelmed by other folks’ furniture.
Ever-optimistic Scarlett got quiet as they visited space after space.
“I may be spoiled by being on my own so long, but this is not what I had anticipated. They’re all very nice, of course, Sonny. ”
“My dad only has one more furnished apartment on the list, Miss Scarlett.”
Velma and Vesta had kept their opinions to themselves, wary of buying furniture on top of renting in the city — they both had sparse furnishings at the rooming house back in the country, and furniture seemed like a bulky investment.
Scarlett knew how to read their silence.
“Listen Sonny, let’s call it a day. Tell your dad I will call him.”
In Vesta’s Model A, with Sonny delivered back to his parents, “Girls, we can club together and each bring a little furniture. I think we would all feel more comfortable not inheriting someone else’s ….aroma, let’s say. None of those places seemed clean and fresh, even if it was all in my head. Tomorrow we will look at some unfurnished places where we could put our stamp on the space.”