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Thursday, 14. October 2010

Scarlett squinted up at the sun, saw the clouds...

By merowvst, 09:11
Scarlett squinted up at the sun, saw the clouds racing towards it, knew that soon it would rain, and soon after that it would clear again, and the sun would warm the fields until the next rain, followed by the next warming sunlightI'll feel the baking heat of Georgia sun one more time, she decided, I'm entitled to thatI miss it sometimes so terriblyBut, somehow, Tara's more like a dream than a memoryIt belongs in the past, like the Scarlett I used to beThat life and that person don't have anything to do with me any moreCat's Tara is the Irish TaraI'm The O'Hara of BallyharaI'll keep my shares of Tara for Wade and Ella's inheritance, but I'll sell everything in Atlanta and cut those tiesBallyhara's my home nowOur roots go deep here, quilted chanel purse Cat's and mine and Pa'sI'll take some O 'Hara land with me when I go, some earth to mix into the Georgia clay of Gerald O'Hara's graveHer mind touched briefly on the business she had to deal withWhat she must concentrate on was the best way to tell Wade and Ella about their wonderful new homeThey wouldn't believe she wanted them-why should they? In truth she never hadUntil she discovered what it felt like to love a child, to be a real motherIt's going to be hard, Scarlett told herself many times, but I can do itI can make up for the pastI've got so much love in me that it just spills overI want to give some to my son and my daughterThey might not like Ireland at first, it's so different, but once we go to Market Day a couple of times, omega automatic seamaster watch and the races, and I buy them their own ponies Ella should look darling in skirts and petticoats, tooAll little girls love to dress up They'll have millions of cousins, with all the O 'Haras around, and the children in Ballyhara town to play with You cannot leave until after Easter, Scarlett darling," said Colum"There's a ceremony on Good Friday that only The O 'Hara can do Scarlett didn't argueBeing The O'Hara was too important to herWhat difference could it possibly make who planted the first potato? It irritated her, too, that Colum wouldn't go with herAnd that he was away so much lately"On business," he saidWell, why couldn't he do his fundraising in Savannah again, instead of wherever else he went to? The truth was that chanel jumbo everything irritated herNow that she had decided to go, she wanted to be goneShe was snappish with Margaret Scanlon, the dressmaker, because it took so long to have her dresses madeScanlon looked so interested when Scarlett ordered dresses in colorful silks and linens as well as mourning black"I'll be seeing my sister in America," Scarlett said airily, "the colors are a gift for her And I don't care whether you believe that or not, she thought crosslyI'm not really a widow, and I'm about to go back to Atlanta looking drab and dowdySuddenly her utilitarian black skirt and stockings and shirt and shawl had unspeakably depressing to herShe could hardly wait for the when she could put on the green linen frock with the wide ruffles thick creamy cartier pasha watch laceOr the pink and navy striped silk If Marga Scanlon ever finished them"You'll be surprised when you see how pretty your Momma looks in her new dresses," Scarlett told Cat"I've ordered some wonderful little frocks for you, too The baby smiled, showing her small collection of teeth"You're going to love the big ship," Scarlett promised herShe had reserved the largest and best stateroom on the Brian Boa for departure from Galway on the Friday following EasterOn Palm Sunday the weather turned cold, with hard slanting rain that was still falling on Good FridayScarlett was soaking wet and chilled to the bone after the long ceremony on the open fieldShe hurried to the Big House as soon after as she could, longing for a hot bath and a pot knock off chanel earrings of