Scarlett had returned to New York; Velma stood in line at the bakery for a cup of tea and a sweet.
The beautiful young woman behind her in line smiled. Velma did a double-take; the woman had her hand on her belly, cradling a little bump.
Wistful, Velma smiled. Smile returned.
It was just the timing, Velma told herself about her wistfulness. Her friends were in New York.
Still, she imagined making a darling little pair of baby booties.
She struck up a conversation; she could still make the booties, after all.
And she needed a project right now.