"Leave me alone," she shoutedThe bird flew away,...
"Leave me alone," she
shoutedThe bird flew away, a whirr of gaudy blue
She had to think, to remember what Rhett had saidNot this morning
or
last night or whenever it was that Mammy diedWhat did he say at
our
house, the night he left Atlanta? He talked on and on, explaining
thingsHe was so calm, so horribly patient, the way you can be with
people you don't care enough about to get mad at them
Her mind seized on an almost-forgotten sentence, and she forgot her
exhaustionShe had found what she neededYes, yes, she
remembered
it clearlyRhett had chanel flap bag lambskin offered her a divorceThen, after her furious
rejection of the offer, he had said itScarlett closed her eyes,
hearing his voice in her head"I'll come back often enough to keep
gossip downShe hadn't won yet, but there was a
chance
A chance was enough to go on withShe stood up and picked the pine
needles off her frock, out of her hairThe
muddy yellow Flint River ran slowly and deeply below the ledge that
held the pine woodsScarlett looked down and threw in the handful of
pine needlesThey swirled away in the current
"Moving on," she murmuredDon't cheap louis vuitton purse look back, what's
done is done She squinted up at the bright skyA line of
brilliant white clouds was rushing across itThey looked full of
windIt's going to get colder, she thought automaticallyI'd better
find something warm to wear this afternoon at the burial
She turned toward homeThe sloping pasture looked steeper than she
rememberedShe had to get back to the house and tidy
herselfShe owed it to Mammy to look neatMammy had always
fussed
when she looked messyScarlett swayed on her feetShe must have
been as tired as this sometime before in her christian dior handbags life, but she couldn't
rememberShe was too tired to rememberI'm tired of funerals, I'm
tired of death, I'm tired of my life falling away, a piece at a time,
and leaving me all aloneThe graveyard at Tara was not very large
Mammy's grave looked big, ever so much bigger than Melly's, Scarlett
thought disjointedly, but Mammy had shrivelled up so that she
probably
wasn't any bigger at allShe didn't need such a big graveThe wind
had a bite in it, for all that the sky was so blue and the sun so
brightYellowed leaves skittered across the burial ground, celebrity chanel handbags blown by
the windAutumn's coming, if it's not here already, she thoughtI
used to love the fall in the country, riding through the woodsThe
ground looked like it had gold on it, and the air tasted like ciderThere hasn't been a proper riding horse at Tara since Pa
diedShe looked at the gravestonesGerald O'Hara, born County
Meath, IrelandEllen Robillard O'Hara, born Savannah, Georgiathree tiny stones, all alikeThe brothers she'd
never knownAt least Mammy was being buried here, next to "Miss
Ellen," her first love, and not in the slaves' burial chanel wallet plot