Scarlett packed the last of her things into Vesta’s old Model A.
Scarlett’s countryside retirement apartment awaited.
They rounded the corner, came upon the village, and Scarlett started smiling.
She had promised her boss at the publishing house in New York that she would be back.
And she would.
But she was glad to be in the country.
They bounced up to the bakery back door and started unpacking Scarlett’s clothes and odds and ends.
The movers would be along.