| She shifted the glasses, and Eleanor Butler came into view
Scarlett froze, not even breathingShe scanned the
area near Rhett and his mother
Slowly she moved the glasses back to look at Anne again, then again
at
Rhett, then back too AnneThere was no doubt about itThat miserable little sneak! She's been
praising me to the skies all this time to my face, and she's wildly in
love with my husband behind my backI could strangle her to death
with my bare hands! Her hands were sweating, she almost lost hold of
the glasses when she swung them back to RhettWas he looking at
Anne?No, he was laughing with Miss Eleanor they were chatting
with the Wentworths Scarlett kept Rhett in view shop prada handbags until her
eyes blurredHe hadn't looked in Anne's direction even onceShe
was
staring at him like she could eat him with a spoon, and he didn't even
notice itThere's nothing to fret aboutIt's just a silly girl with
a crush on a grown-up manWhy shouldn't Anne have a crush on
him?
Why shouldn't every woman in Charleston? He's so handsome and so
strong and so She looked at him with yearning naked on her face,
the glasses in her lapRhett was bent down to adjust Miss Eleanor's
shawl across her shoulders
The sun was low in the sky and a cold fitful wind had begun to blow
He placed his hand under her elbow and they began to climb the steps
to
their seats, the very picture of a tiffany 925 silver jewelry dutiful son with his mother
Scarlett waited eagerly for them to arrIveThe partial roof over the
grandstand cast an angled shadow over the seatsRhett changed
places
with his mother so that she could be warmed by what sunlight there
was,
and Scarlett had him beside her at lastShe forgot Anne at once
When the horses came out on the track for the fourth race, the
spectators stood up, first two, then several groups of people, then
everyone, in a tidal wave of anticipation
Scarlett was almost dancing with excitement"Having a good time?"
Rhett was smiling"Wonderful! Which horse is Miles Brewton's,
Rhett?"
"I suspect Miles rubbed his down with shoe-polishIt's number five,
the very glossy black chanel tote blackThe dark horse, you might say
Number six is Guggenheim's; Belmont managed post position; his
pace-setter is number four Scarlett wanted to ask what "pacesetter"
and "post position" meant, but there was no time, they were about to
startNumber five's rider anticipated the starter's pistol shot, and
there were loud groans from the stands
"What happened?" Scarlett asked"False start, they'll have to line
up again," Rhett explainedHe tilted his head in gestureSally Brewton's face was more monkey-like
than ever, contorted with rage, and she was shaking her fist in the
airRhett laughed affectionately"I might just jump the fence and
keep going if I were the jockey," he dolce |