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Rhett was more myth than manAnd...
Posted on 2010-Mar-2 at 12:59
Rhett was more myth than manAnd he
was
Scarlett's husbandHow could they not envy her? Scarlett was at her
best when she was constantly busy, and these were good days for her
The social rounds were just what she needed after the terrifying
loneliness of Atlanta, and she quickly forgot the desperation she had
feltAtlanta must have been wrong, that's all
She'd done nothing to deserve such cruelty or everybody in Charleston
wouldn't like her so muchAnd they did, why else would they invite
her? The thought was immensely gratifyingShe returned to it
often
Whenever she was paying her calls, or receiving calls with Mrs
Butler, or visiting her specially chosen friend, Anne Hampton, at the
Confederate Home, or gossiping over coffee at the Market, Scarlett
always wished that Rhett could see herSometimes she even looked
quickly around her, imagining that he was there, so intense was her
desireOh, if only he'd come home! He seemed closest to her chanel flap bag lambskin in the
quiet time after supper when she sat with his mother in the study and
listened with fascination while Miss Eleanor talkedShe was always
willing to remember things Rhett had done or said when he was a little
boyScarlett enjoyed Miss Eleanor's other stories, tooSometimes
they were wickedly funny
Eleanor Butler, like most of her Charleston contemporaries, had been
educated by governesses and travelShe was well-read but not
intellectual, spoke the romance languages adequately, but with a
terrible accent, was familiar with London, Paris, Rome, Florence, but
only the famous historic attractions and luxury shopsShe was true to
her era and her classShe had never questioned the authority of her
parents or her husband, and she did her duty in all respects, without
complainingWhat set her apart from most women of her type was
that
she had an irrepressible, quiet sense of funShe enjoyed whatever
life brought her and found the human christian dior handbags condition fundamentally
entertaining, and she was a gifted teller of stories, with a repertoire
that ranged from accounts of amusing incidents in her own life to the
classic Southern storehouse of the skeletons in the closets of every
family in the regionScarlett, if she had known the reference, could
accurately have called Eleanor her personal ScheherazadeShe never
realized that MrsButler was trying, indirectly, to stretch her mind
and her heart
Eleanor could see the vulnerability and courage that had drawn her
beloved son to ScarlettShe could also see that something had gone
horribly wrong with the marriage, so wrong that Rhett wanted nothing
more to do with itShe knew, without being told, that Scarlett was
desperately determined to get him back, and for her own reasons she
was
even more eager for reconciliation than Scarlett wasShe wasn't
certain whether Scarlett could make Rhett happy, but she believed
with
all her heart that tiffany co another child would make the marriage a success
Rhett had visited her with Bonnie; she would never forget the joy of
it
She had loved the little girl and loved even more seeing her son so
happyShe wanted that happiness again for him, and the joy again
for
herselfShe was willing to do anything in her power to accomplish
it
Because she was so occupied, Scarlett had been in Charleston for
more
than a month before she noticed that she was boredIt happened at
Sally Brewton's, the least boring place in town, when everyone was
talking about fashion, a subject that had previously been of consuming
interest to ScarlettAt first she was fascinated to hear Sally and
her circle of friends mention ParisRhett had once brought her a
bonnet from Paris, the most beautiful, most exciting gift she'd ever
receivedGreen-to match her eyes, he'd said-with glorious wide silk
ribbons to tie under her chinShe made herself listen to what Alicia
Savage was fake prada saying-though what a skinny old lady like her could know
about dressing was hard to figureWith her face
and flat chest, nothing would make her look 00d'0 you remember
Worth's fittings?" Mrs"I thought I'd collapse
standing on the platform so long A half dozen voices spoke at once,
sharing complaints about the brutality of Paris dressmakersOthers
argued with them, saying that any inconvenience was a small price to
pay for the quality that only Paris could supplySeveral sighed over
memories of gloves and boots and fans and perfumeScarlett turned
automatically toward whatever voice was speaking, an interested
expression on her face
When she heard laughter, she laughedBut she thought about other
things-whether there was any of that good pie left from dinner to have
for supper her blue dress that could use a fresh collar She looked at the clock behind Sally's headShe couldn't leave
for at least eight more minutesAnd Sally had seen her dolce and gabbana handbag looking
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