Wednesday, January 27, 2010 - When Will puts his foot down, it stays putToo bad... |
| When Will puts his foot down, it stays putToo bad he's so
stiff-necked about letting me give him some moneyThe house looks
terribleSo does the graveyard, for that matterWeeds all over the
place, it's downright shabbyThis whole funeral is downright shabby,
Mammy would have hated itThat black preacher is going on and on,
and
he didn't even know her, I'll betMammy wouldn't give the time of
day
to the likes of him, she was a Roman Catholic, everybody in the
Robillard house was, except Grandfather, and he didn't have much say
about anything, to hear Mammy tell itWe should have gotten a
priest,
but the closest one is in Atlanta, it would have taken daysShe died and was buried without a priest
Pa, too, but likely it didn't black chanel handbag matter so much to himHe used to doze
through the Devotions Mother led every nightScarlett looked at the
unkempt graveyard, then over at the shabby front of the houseI'm
glad Mother isn't here to see this, she thought with sudden fierce
anger and painIt would break her heartScarlett could-for a
moment-see the tall, graceful form of her mother as clearly as if Ellen
O'Hara were there among the mourners at the burialAlways
impeccably
groomed, her white hands busy with needlework or gloved to go out
on
one of her errands of mercy, always soft-voiced, always occupied with
the perpetual work required to produce the orderly perfection that was
life at Tara under her guidanceHow did she do it? Scarlett cried
silentlyHow did black gucci bag she make the world so wonderful as long as she was
there? We were all so happy thenNo matter what happened, Mother
could make it all rightHow I wish she was still here! She'd hold me
close to her, and all the troubles would go awayNo, no, I don't want
her to be hereIt would make her so sad to see what's happened to
Tara, what's happened to meShe'd be disappointed in me, and I
couldn't bear thatI won't think about it, I
mustn'tI'll think about something else-I wonder if Delilah had sense
enough to fix something to feed people after the burial
Suellen wouldn't think of it, and she's too mean to spend money on a
collation anyhowNot that it would set her back all that much-there's
hardly anybody hereThat black preacher chanel purse styles looks like he could eat
enough for twenty, thoughIf he doesn't stop going on about resting
in Abraham's bosom and crossing the River Jordan, I'm going to
scream
Those three scrawny women he calls a choir are the only people here
who
don't look twitchy from embarrassmentSome choir! Tambourines
and
spirituals! Mammy should have something
solemn in Latin, not "Climbing Jacob's Ladder Oh, it's all so
tacky
A good thing there's almost nobody here, just Suellen and Will and me
and the children and the servantsAt least we all really loved Mammy
and care that she's goneBig Sam's eyes are red from cryingLook
at
poor old Pork, crying his eyes out, tooWhy, his share's almost white;
I
never think of him as oldDilcey sure doesn't fake louis vuitton purses look her age, whatever
that might be, she hasn't changed a bit since she first came to
Scarlett's exhausted, rambling mind suddenly sharpened
What were Pork and Dilcey doing here at all? They hadn't worked at
TarNot since Pork became Rhett's valet and Dilcey, Pork's
wife, went to Melanie's house, as Beau's mammyHow did they come
to
be here, at Tara? There was no way they could have learned about
Mammy's deathUnless Rhett told themScarlett looked over her
shoulderHad Rhett come back? There was no sign of himAs soon
as
the service was over, she made a beeline for PorkLet Will and
Suellen deal with the long-winded preacher"It's a sad day, Miss
Scarlett," Pork's eyes were still welling with tears"Yes, it is,
Pork," she balenciaga handbags sa |
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