Ellie nodded in silent comprehension that she would not have to wear black again for work. Perhaps for a grim event like a funeral where a depressed appearance was required. Yet, for the most part, she would wear brighter shades. New boots would be nice, these, lovely though they were did pinch a bit.

"Another shawl would be lovely." Ellie said.

As the pair walked, a passing portly gentleman in a brown suit tipped his bowler hat everso to them. The gesture struck Ellie.. very few paid her attention. There was Anne, Kate, and of course Ellie's family. Even some of the fishermen on the wharf talked to her, but none of them ever tipped their hats to her. Her family.

"What will my family will say about all this?" Ellie wondered aloud.