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When the foreigner left, the whole Market rang...
11:08 PM, Sunday, May 2, 2010
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When the foreigner left, the whole Market rang with laughterThe
Market was for Charleston's people onlyScarlett hunched her
shoulders to lift her collar higher on her neckA cold finger of wind
got inside it despite her efforts, and she shivered violently
Her eyes felt full of cinders, and she was sure her boots must be lined
with leadHow many miles could there be in five city blocks?
She couldn't see a thingThe street lamps were only a bright circle
of mist within mist in the ghostly gray pre-dawn halflight
How can Miss Eleanor be so cursed cheery? Chattering away as if it
wasn't freezing cold and black as pitchThere was some light
ahead-way aheadScarlett stumbled montre cartier extra plate towards itShe wished the
miserable wind would die downWhat was that? In the windIt was! It was coffeeMaybe she'd live after
all
Her steps matched MrsButler's in an eager, accelerated paceThe
Market was like a bazaar, an oasis of light and warmth, color and life
in the formless gray mistTorches blazed on brick pillars that
supported tall wide arches open to the surrounding streets,
illuminating the bright aprons and headscarves of smiling black women
and highlighting their wares, displayed in baskets of every size and
shape on long wooden tables painted greenIt was crowded with
people,
most of them moving from table to table, talking-to other shoppers or
to the orange hermes birkin vendors in a challenging, laughing ritual of haggling obviously
enjoyed by all"Coffee first, Scarlett?"
"Oh, yes, please Eleanor Butler led the way to a nearby group of
womenThey held steaming tin mugs in their gloved hands, sipping
from
them while they talked and laughed with one another, oblivious to the
din around them"Good morning, Eleanor Eleanor, how are you?
Push over, Mildred, let Eleanor get through Oh, Eleanor, did you
hear that Kerrison's has real wool stockings on sale? It won't be in
the paper until tomorrowWould you like to come with Alice and me?
We're going after dinner todayOh, Eleanor, we were just talking
about Lavinia's daughterShe lost the baby watch cartier replica last nightLavinia's
prostrate with griefDo you think your cook could make some of her
wonderful wine jelly? Nobody does it the way she doesMary has a
bottle of claret, and I'll supply the sugar
"Morning, Miz Butler, I saw you coming, your coffee's all ready
"And another cup for my daughter-in-law, please, SukieLadies, I
want
you to meet Rhett's wife, Scarlett
All chattering stopped and all heads turned to look at scarlett
She smiled and inclined her head in a little bowShe looked
apprehensively at the group of ladies, imagining that it must be all
over town, what Ross saidI shouldn't have come, I can't stand it
Her jaw hardened, and an invisible chip settled on her louis vuitton handbags shoulderShe
expected the worst, and all her old hostility to Charleston's
aristocratic pretensions returned in a flashBut she smiled and bowed
to each of the ladies as Eleanor introduced heryes, I just love
Charleston yes, ma'am, I am Pauline Smith's niece no, ma'am, I
haven't seen the art gallery yet, I've only been here since night
before last yes'm I do think the Market's real exciting
Atlanta-more Clayton County actually, my folks had a cotton plantation
there oh, yes, ma'am, the weather is a real treat, these warm
winter days no, ma'am, I don't think I met your nephew when he
was
in Valdosta, that's quite a ways from Atlanta yes'm, I do enjoy a
game of whist pasha cartier
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