Sometimes it was twice a year; sometimes she would skip a year altogether. Today was the day. After helping Auntie Vera with her tasks as head of the Federation of Music Clubs all day yesterday, Vesta had a day in bed.
Most men and some roommates had worried about this day in bed over the years. But Auntie understood. Auntie Vera had been the queen of her crew for as long as Vesta could remember.
Auntie Vera had been a whirlwind; she led or finished parades, hosted the biggest events, had a family of her own, always worked, had taken a special interest in Vesta as nobody else had.
And occasionally she spent an entire day in bed; when she popped back out Vera moved all the time again, smiling and organizing whatever appeared in her path.
She took care of Vesta now,
bringing her breakfast in bed
a silver spoon
and a wild flower.