Auntie pressed something into Vesta’s hand.
“Your uncle and I got this during one of our whirlwind trips. It reminds me of carefree youthful days in love, and I want you to have it.
Still in the city with Auntie, sorting sorting sorting. Vesta was getting overwhelmed. The past could have a suffocating grip.
She called Jean.
They went to dinner and debated the role that women would play in the upcoming election. Heated debate excited Vesta.
She never made it back to Auntie’s townhouse.
In the morning Jean put on his gift-giving face.
Jean asked Vesta to move in.
She could not suppress her laughter.