Scarlett slept better than a baby; it was exciting shopping for a new flat with her two friends, but she realized it had been stressful, too.
Now she was free to think about radically downsizing. She was ready, and though she had a sumptuous apartment, she was ready to lighten her load.
She started organizing her books: keep, rare, donate. They had stood in as friends and family for so many years, it was sad to let them go and exciting to think about remaking herself without them.
Scarlett began to organize boxes to load up the books she wanted to sell. She nearly dropped an armful on Sherman, who seemed determined that the should not move at all.