Vesta put on her favorite romper and got to work. She’d decided to stay in New York City with Auntie for a while longer.
Auntie lived alone now and, ever the firecracker, she needed some help cleaning out the townhouse. The townhouse she was signing over to Vesta and her spinster friends.
The hard part was sorting out Auntie’s personal items. Her own children’s artwork, report cards, even some baby clothes. They talked and laughed and took tea breaks, compatible as any old friends. Auntie went for a quick nap and Vesta carried on, shocked to stumble over a scrapbook she hadn’t known about. It was dedicated to her! Each school picture, programs from her high school, undergrad, and grad school graduations, postcards from abroad, even a photo of Vesta and an old flame.
Vesta sat alone in the chaos of downsizing, remembering dancing, anguish, heartbreak, the worst loss. And love. She wondered where he was, where they were.