It was Jean’s birthday.
Velma usually forgot it.
Jean never cared and sometimes forgot it himself.
They had known each other so long, such things hardly mattered.
Vesta remembered their meeting, in college, in France.
Vesta knew just what she wanted to give him.
A scarf to replace the one they’d left behind in a cab after too much wine.
a compass, as a wry nod to the night they got lost walking through the city… after too much wine.