The three finished off their leftover Chinese food. Velma even looked forward to it this time. They laughed at the real estate agent’s son filling in for his dad, at some decorating faux pas, and again at Sonny.
Velma padded into the kitchen to do the dishes; Scarlett followed.
“I’m sorry to be so reticent, Scarlett. I finally found good homes for all my Gram’s furniture, and now, well, I can’t replace any of it! Not financially, and not emotionally.” Her eyes filled, but the tear did not drop.
Her dear old friend raised her eyebrows. “Dear. You know I’m about to downsize rather substantially. Would you allow me to shlep some furniture from my place to our place?” Velma rolled her eyes and laughed. “Of course! Leave it to you to make it seem so simple!”
Back to the living room to talk it through, Velma noted a beautiful decoupaged lampshade that she’d always loved. Maybe that would come to the new apartment, she thought, feeling both giddy and guilty.