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She was stubborn as a mule
when she made up her...
She was stubborn as a mule
when she made up her mind to go into the convent, and I accepted it
finallyBut she never told me she was going to use her one-third
share of Tara as her dowry for the conventShe should have told me!
I would have found the money somehowThen I'd have two-thirds
ownershipNot the whole thing, like it should be, but at least clear
controlThen I'd have some say soInstead, I have to bite my
tongue
and watch while everything goes downhill and let Suellen queen it over
meI'm the one who saved Tara from the Yankees and
the carpetbaggersIt is mine, no matter what the law says, and it'll
be Wade's some day, I'll see to that, no matter what it takes
Scarlett rested her chanel costume jewelry head against the split leather covering on the old
sofa in the small room from which Ellen O 'Hara had quietly ruled the
plantationThere seemed to be a lingering trace of her mother's
lemon
verbena toilet water, even after all these years
This was the peacefulness she had come to findNever mind the
changes, the shabbinessTara was still Tara, still homeAnd the
heart of it was here, in Ellen's roomA slamming door shattered the
quietScarlett heard Ella and Susie coming through the hall,
quarrelling about somethingShe had to get away, she couldn't face
noise and conflictShe wanted to see the fields
anyhowThey were all healed, rich and red the way they'd always
been
She walked quickly across black gucci bags the weedy lawn and past the cow shed
She'd
never get over her aversion to cows, not if she lived to be a
hundred
Nasty sharp-horned thingsAt the edge of the first field she leaned
on the fence and breathed in the rich ammonia odor of newly turned
earth and manureFunny how in the city manure was so smelly and
messy, while in the country it was a farmer's perfumeWill sure is a
good farmerHe's the best thing that ever happened to TaraNo
matter what I might have done, we'd never have made it if he hadn't
stopped on his way home to Florida and decided to stayHe fell in
love
with this land the way other men fall in love with a womanAnd he's
not even Irish! Until Will came along I always tiffany canada thought only a
brogue-talking Irishman like Pa could get so worked up about the
land
On the far side of the field Scarlett saw Wade helping Will and Big Sam
mend a downed piece of fenceGood for him to be learning, she
thought
She watched the boy and the men working together for several
minutes
I'd better scoot back to the house, she thoughtI forgot to write
that bank draft for SuellenHer signature on the check was
characteristic of ScarlettClear and unembellished, with no blots, or
wavering lines, like tentative writersIt was businesslike and
straightforwardShe looked at it for a moment before she blotted it
dry, then she looked at it againScarlett O 'Hara ButlerWhen she
wrote personal black chanel handbags notes or invitations, Scarlett followed the fashion of
the day, adding complicated loops to every capital letter and finishing
off with a parabola of swirls beneath her nameShe did it now, on a
scrap of brown wrapping paperThen she looked back at the check
she'd
just writtenIt was dated-she'd had to ask Suellen what day it was,
and she was shocked by the answer -October Il, 1873More than
three
weeks since Melly's deathShe'd been at Tara for twenty-two days,
taking care of MammyThe date had other meanings, tooIt was
more
than six months ago now that Bonnie diedScarlett could leave off the
unrelieved dull black of deep mourningShe could accept social
invitations, invite people to her fake chanel bag hous
when she made up her mind to go into the convent, and I accepted it
finallyBut she never told me she was going to use her one-third
share of Tara as her dowry for the conventShe should have told me!
I would have found the money somehowThen I'd have two-thirds
ownershipNot the whole thing, like it should be, but at least clear
controlThen I'd have some say soInstead, I have to bite my
tongue
and watch while everything goes downhill and let Suellen queen it over
meI'm the one who saved Tara from the Yankees and
the carpetbaggersIt is mine, no matter what the law says, and it'll
be Wade's some day, I'll see to that, no matter what it takes
Scarlett rested her chanel costume jewelry head against the split leather covering on the old
sofa in the small room from which Ellen O 'Hara had quietly ruled the
plantationThere seemed to be a lingering trace of her mother's
lemon
verbena toilet water, even after all these years
This was the peacefulness she had come to findNever mind the
changes, the shabbinessTara was still Tara, still homeAnd the
heart of it was here, in Ellen's roomA slamming door shattered the
quietScarlett heard Ella and Susie coming through the hall,
quarrelling about somethingShe had to get away, she couldn't face
noise and conflictShe wanted to see the fields
anyhowThey were all healed, rich and red the way they'd always
been
She walked quickly across black gucci bags the weedy lawn and past the cow shed
She'd
never get over her aversion to cows, not if she lived to be a
hundred
Nasty sharp-horned thingsAt the edge of the first field she leaned
on the fence and breathed in the rich ammonia odor of newly turned
earth and manureFunny how in the city manure was so smelly and
messy, while in the country it was a farmer's perfumeWill sure is a
good farmerHe's the best thing that ever happened to TaraNo
matter what I might have done, we'd never have made it if he hadn't
stopped on his way home to Florida and decided to stayHe fell in
love
with this land the way other men fall in love with a womanAnd he's
not even Irish! Until Will came along I always tiffany canada thought only a
brogue-talking Irishman like Pa could get so worked up about the
land
On the far side of the field Scarlett saw Wade helping Will and Big Sam
mend a downed piece of fenceGood for him to be learning, she
thought
She watched the boy and the men working together for several
minutes
I'd better scoot back to the house, she thoughtI forgot to write
that bank draft for SuellenHer signature on the check was
characteristic of ScarlettClear and unembellished, with no blots, or
wavering lines, like tentative writersIt was businesslike and
straightforwardShe looked at it for a moment before she blotted it
dry, then she looked at it againScarlett O 'Hara ButlerWhen she
wrote personal black chanel handbags notes or invitations, Scarlett followed the fashion of
the day, adding complicated loops to every capital letter and finishing
off with a parabola of swirls beneath her nameShe did it now, on a
scrap of brown wrapping paperThen she looked back at the check
she'd
just writtenIt was dated-she'd had to ask Suellen what day it was,
and she was shocked by the answer -October Il, 1873More than
three
weeks since Melly's deathShe'd been at Tara for twenty-two days,
taking care of MammyThe date had other meanings, tooIt was
more
than six months ago now that Bonnie diedScarlett could leave off the
unrelieved dull black of deep mourningShe could accept social
invitations, invite people to her fake chanel bag hous
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