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Wagons and buggies and carriages were sunk in...

Wagons and buggies and carriages were sunk in mudTheir drivers cursed the rain, the streets, their horses, the other drivers in their wayThere was shouting and the sound of whips cracking, and the noise of people There were always crowds of people at Five Points, people hurrying, arguing, complaining, laughingFive Points was turbulent with life, with push, with energyFive Points was the Atlanta Scarlett lovedToday Five Points was in her way, Atlanta was holding her backI've got to make that train, I'll die if I miss it, I've got to get to Mammy and Tara or I'll break down"Elias," she yelled, "I don't care if you whip the horses to death, I don't care if you run over every single person chloe bay bag camel on the street Her horses were the strongest, her coachman the most skillful, her carriage the best that money could buyNothing better get in her way, nothing She made the train with time to spareThere was a loud burst of steamScarlett held her breath, listening for the first clunking revolution of the wheels that meant the train was movingAnd the rattling, shaking of the carShe was on her way at lastEverything was going to be all rightShe was going home to TaraShe pictured it, sunny and bright, the white house gleaming, glistening green leaves of cape jasmine bushes studded with perfect, waxen white blossomsHeavy dark rain sluiced down the window beside her when the train left the men's gold gucci watches station, but no matterAt Tara there'd be a fire in the living room, crackling from pine cones thrown onto the logs, and the curtains would be drawn, shutting out the rain and the darkness and the worldShe'd lay her head on Mammy's soft broad bosom and tell her all the horrible things that had happenedThen she'd be able to think, to work everything out Hissing steam and squealing wheels jerked Scarlett's head upright Was this Jonesboro already? She must have dozed off, and no wonder, as tired as she wasShe hadn't been able to sleep for two nights, even with the brandy to calm her nerves No, the station was Rough and ReadyStill an hour to JonesboroAt least the rain had stopped; there was swiss replica rolex watch even a patch of blue sky up aheadMaybe the sun was shining at TaraShe imagined the entrance rive, the dark cedars that bordered it, then the wide green lawn and the beloved house on top of the low hillScarlett sighed heavily Her sister Suellen was the lady of the house at Tara now Ha! Cry-baby of the house was more like itAll Suellen ever did was whine, it was all she'd ever done, ever since they were childrenAnd she had her own children now, whiny little girls just like she used to beScarlett's children were at Tara, tooShe'd sent them with Prissy, their nursemaid, when she got the news that Melanie was dyingProbably she should have had them with her at Melanie's funeralThat gave all silver rolex daytona watches the old cats in Atlanta one more thing to gossip about, what an unnatural mother she wasLet them talk all they likedShe couldn't have gotten through those terrible days and nights after Melly's death if she'd had Wade and Ella to cope with tooShe wouldn't think about them, that's allShe was going home, to Tara and to Mammy, and she simply wouldn't let herself think about things that would upset herLord knows, I've got more than enough to upset me without dragging them in, tooHer head drooped and her eyes closed"Jonesboro, ma'am," said the conductor Scarlett blinked, sat straight She looked around the car for Pansy and her valisesI'll skin that girl alive if she's wandered off to chanel flap bag in canvas another

Posted: 7:02 AM, Thursday, January 21, 2010

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