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No poor
white
trash was going to face Rhett...
Posted on Sunday, January 24, 2010 at 5:22 AM
No poor
white
trash was going to face Rhett down, or her eitherShe blinked in the
sudden darkness when she entered the houseWhat a stink! Her
eyes
adjusted rapidly and Scarlett saw the reason for the benches and
spittoons in the main room downstairsMore weathered, hungrylooking
poor whites were sprawled on the seats, filling every inch of space
They, too, were armed, and their hat brims made their eyes a secret
The floor was spotted with spit and pools of juice ringed the
spittoonsScarlett pulled her arm from Rhett's hold, gathered up her
skirts to the top of her ankles and walked to the staIrcaseTwo steps
up, she dropped them again, letting the train of her chanel wallet riding habit drag
through the dustShe'd be damned if she'd treat that rabble to a look
at a lady's ankleShe mounted the rickety staircase as if she hadn't
a care in the world"What's happening, Miss Scarlett? Ain't nobody
will tell me nothing!" Pansy started wailing the moment the bedroom
door closed behind her"Hush up!" Scarlett ordered"Do you want
everybody in South Carolina to hear you?"
"I don't want to have nothing to do with nobody in South Carolina,
Miss
ScarlettI want to go back to Atlanta, to my own folksI don't like
this place
"Nobody cares two pins what you like and don't like, so you just march
yourself over to that corner and sit on that stool and keep rolex wrist watches quietIf
I hear one peep out of you, I'll I'll do something terrible She
looked at RosemaryIf Rhett's sister broke down, too, she didn't know
what she'd doRosemary looked very pale, but she seemed composed
enoughShe was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the pattern
of the coverlet as if she'd never seen one beforeScarlett walked to
the window that overlooked the back lawnIf she stayed to one side
of
it, no one below could see her looking outShe lifted the muslin
curtain with cautious fingers and peered outWas Rhett out there?
Dear God, he was! She could just make out the top of his hat, a dark
circle in the middle of a big crowd of dark heads and prada black bags gesticulating
dark handsThe separate groups of black men had come together in
one
threatening massThey could stomp him to death in half a minute
flat,
she thought, and there's nothing I can do to stop itHer hand
crumpled the thin curtain in anger at her helplessness
"Better get away from that window, Scarlett," said Rosemary"If
Rhett
starts worrying about you and me, he'll be distracted from whatever it
is he has to do Scarlett whirled to the attack
"Don't you care what's happening?"
"I care plenty, but I don't know what's happening
"I know that Rhett's about to be swamped by a bunch of raging
darkies
Why don't those trashy tobacco spitters use the guns they're omega constellation watch crystal sitting
around with?"
"Then we'd really be in a fixI know some of the black men, they
work
at the phosphate mineThey don't want anything to happen to Rhett
or
they'd lose their jobsBesides, plenty of them are Butler peopleIt's the whites I'm scared ofI expect Rhett is,
too
"Rhett's not scared of anything!"
"Of course he isHe'd be a fool if he wasn'tI'm plenty scared and
so are you
"I am "Then you're a fool Scarlett's jaw droppedThe whiplash in
Rosemary's voice shocked her more than the insultWhy, she sounds
just like Julia AshleyA half hour with that old she-dragon and
Rosemary's turned into a monsterShe turned hurriedly to the
window
againIt was beginning to get balenciaga bag made with goat leather dark
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