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It was dated-she'd had to ask Suellen what day it was,
and she was shocked by the answer -October Il, 1873More than
three
weeks since Melly's deathShe'd been at Tara for twenty-two days,
taking care of MammyThe date had other meanings, tooIt was
more
than six months ago now that Bonnie diedScarlett could leave off the
unrelieved dull black of deep mourningShe could accept social
invitations, invite people to her houseShe could reenter the
world
I want to go back to Atlanta, she thought
There's been too much grieving, too much deathShe
folded the check for SuellenI miss the store, tooThe gucci large shopping tote bag account
books are most likely in a fearful messAnd Rhett will be coming to
Atlanta "to keep gossip down I've got to be thereThe only sound
she could hear was the slow ticking of the clock in the hall beyond the
closed doorThe quiet that she'd longed for so much was now,
suddenly, driving her crazyShe stood up abruptly
I'll give Suellen her check after dinner, soon as Will goes back to the
fieldsThen I'll take the buggy and make a quick visit to the folks
at Fairhill and MimosaThey'd never forgive me if I didn't come by to
say helloThen tonight I'll pack my things, and tomorrow I'll take
the morning pink gucci bag trainTara's not home for me any
more,
no matter how much I love itIt's time for me to goThe road to
Fairhill was rutted and weed grownScarlett remembered when it was
scraped every week and sprinkled with water to keep the dust down
Time was, she thought sadly, there were at least ten plantations in
visiting distance, and people coming and going all the timeNow
there's only Tara left, and the Tarletons and the FontainesAll the
rest are just burnt chimneys or fallen-in wallsI really have to get
back to the cityEverything in the County makes me sadThe slow
old
horse and the buggy's springs were almost as bad omega seamaster orange as the roadsShe
thought of her upholstered carriage and matched team, with Elias to
drive them
She needed to go home to AtlantaThe noisy cheerfulness at Fairhill
snapped her out of her moodAs usual Beatrice Tarleton was full of
talk about her horses, and interested in nothing else
The stables, Scarlett noticed, had a new roofThe house roof had
fresh patchesJim Tarleton looked old, his share was white, but he'd
brought in a good cotton crop with the help of his one-armed son-inlaw,
Hetty's husbandThe other three girls were frankly old maids"Of
course we're miserably depressed about it day and dolce
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