"Pack the black wool merino, it's
going to be colder," said ScarlettShe stared at the open wardrobe
Black wool, black silk, black cotton, black twill, black velvetShe
could go on mourning for the rest of her daysMourning for Bonnie
still, and now mourning for J MelanieI should find something darker
than black, something more mournful to wear to mourn for myselfI
won't think about that, not nowI'll think
about it when I get to Tara
"Put on your things, PansyAnd don't you dare
forget the crape armbandThis is a house of mourning The streets
that met at Five Points were a quagmireWagons and buggies and
carriages were sunk in mudTheir drivers cursed the cartier santos de cartier 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 on the street Her
horses were the gucci pantheon 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 silver chanel 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 chanel cambon handbag JonesboroAt
least the rain had stopped; there was 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 prada bags online dying

"Come in and sit down," she
said, "I'm dying to hear all the news The maid was hovering to one
sideScarlett said quietly as she passed her, "Bring us a pot of
coffee and some cakes She led the way into the sitting room, took
one corner of a settee, patted the seat beside her"Sit here beside
me, Ashley, doI want to look at you Thank the Lord, he's lost
that hangdog look he hadHenry Hamilton must have been right
when he
said that Ashley was doing fineScarlett studied him through lowered
lashes while she busied herself clearing room on a table for the coffee
tray
Ashley Wilkes was still a handsome manHis thin aristocratic chanel pearl necklace features
had become more distinguished with ageBut he looked older than
his earsHe can't be more than forty, Scarlett thought, and his
share's
more silver than goldHe must spend a lot more time in the
lumberyard
than he used to, he's got a nice color to hisskin, not that office gray
look he had beforeShe looked up with a smileIt was good to see
himEspecially looking so fit
Her obligation to Melanie didn't seem so burdensome now"How's
Aunt
Pitty? And India? And Beau? He must be practically a grown man!"
Pitty and India were just the same, said Ashley with a quirk of
his lipsPitty got the vapors at every passing shadow and India was
very bag chloe paddington busy with committee work to improve the moral tone of Atlanta
They spoiled him abominably, two spinsters trying to see which one
was
the best mother henThey tried to spoil Beau, too, but he'd have
none
of itAshley's gray eyes lit up with pride
Beau was a real little manHe'd be twelve soon, but you'd take him
for almost fifteenHe was president of a sort of club the
neighborhood boys had formedThey'd built a tree house in Pitty's
backyard, made from the best lumber the mill turned out, tooBeau
had
seen to that; he already knew more about the lumber business than
his father, said Ashley with a mixture of ruefulness and admiration
And, he white chloe bag added with intensified pride, the boy might have the makings
of
a scholarHe'd already won a school prize for Latin composition, and
he was reading books far above his age level- "But you must be bored
by
all this, ScarlettProud fathers can be very tedious "Not a bit,
Ashley," Scarlett liedBooks, books, books, that was exactly what was
wrong with the Wilkeses
They did all their living out of books, not lifeBut maybe the boy
would be all rightIf he knew lumber already, there was hope for
him
Now, if Ashley would just not get all stiff-necked, she had one more
promise to Melly that she could settleScarlett put her hand on
Ashley's cartier clock sleeve"I've got a big favor to beg," she said
Her eyes were wide with entreaty"Anything, Scarlett, you should
know
that Ashley covered her hand with his"I'd like for you to promise
that you'll let me send Beau to University and then with Wade on a
Grand TourIt would mean a lot to me-after all, I think about him as
practically my son, too, seeing that I was there when he was born
And
I've come into really a lot of money lately, so that's no problemYou
can't be so mean that you'd say no
"Scarlett "Ashley's smile was goneHe looked very seriousOh,
bother, he's going to be difficultThank goodness, here's that
slowpoke girl with the louis vuitton duffle bag coffee