Brushing her black unruly hair, Vera replayed the exasperating scenes over and over again in her mind.
Every time she thought of what Fred had said to her, and what he had said to their friends about her reactions, her anger and disillusionment seemed to be reinforced, though she couldn't tell for sure if he was merely innocently careless and insensitive.
Vera put the brush on the dressing table and put on the navy blue cap, making up her mind that she would no longer have anything to do with him, however childish it might appear.
She went out for a walk as usual, trying not to waste any more time in thinking about the irritating man.
As far as she could see, there was not a cloud in the blue sky, and the sky looked like a lustrous fabric without a flaw.
After walking along the river for about an hour, she found herself totally oblivious to her wounded feelings.