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@@@@@"She's my Mammy, too, Scarlett The life-long jealousies and cruelties between them were forgotten in their joint need to help the old black woman They brought down all the pillows in the house to prop her up, and kept the croup kettle steaming constantlyThey spread butter on her cracked lips, spooned sips of water between themBut nothing eased Mammy's strugglesShe looked at them with pity"Don't wear yo'selves out," she gasped Scarlett p,ut her fingers across Mammy's lips Why, oh why, she raged silently to God, why couldn't You let her die easy, when she was wandering in the past? Why did You have to wake her up and let her suffer so? She was good all her life, always doing for other people, never anything for herself She deserves better than this, I'll never bow my head to You again as long as I liveBut she read aloud to Mammy from the worn old Bible on the nightstand by the bedShe read the psalms, and her voice gave no sign of the pain and impious anger in her heartWhen night came, Suellen lit the lamp and took over from Scarlett, reading, turning the thin pages, readingThen Scarlett took her placeAnd again Suellen, until Will sent her to get some rest"You, too, Scarlett," he said "I'll sit with MammyI'm not much of a reader, but I know a lot of the Bible by heartBut I'm not leaving Mammy She sat on the floor and leaned her tired back against the wall, listening to the terrifying sounds of deathWhen the first thin light of day showed at the windows, the sounds suddenly became different, each breath more noisy, longer silences between themScarlett scrambled to her feet Will rose from the chair"I'll get Suellen," he said Scarlett took his place beside the be