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@@@@@When she put the coffee spoon down it tapped against the soup spoonI wonder if Maureen would teach me to play the spoons? The thought caught her off guardthat night she dreamed about her fatherShe woke in the morning with a smile still on her lips, but her cheeks stiff with the dried streaks of tearsAt the City Market she heard Maureen O'Hara's distinctive gusty laughter just in time to dart behind one of the thick brick piers and miss being seenBut she could see Maureen, and Patricia, looking as big as a house, and a straggle of children behind them"Your father's the only one of us not in a fever for your uncle to arrive," she heard Maureen say"He's enjoying the special treats I fix for supper every night in hopes of Colum I'd like a special treat myself, Scarlett thought rebelliouslyI'm getting mighty tired of food soft enough for GrandfatherShe turned on the cook"Get some chicken, too," she ordered, "and fry up a couple of pieces for my dinner Her bad mood cleared up long before dinner, howeverWhen she got back to the house, there was a note from the Mother Superior The Bishop was going to consider Scarlett's request to allow her to buy back Carreen's dowryI'm going to get Tara! So busy was her mind with planning Tara's rebirth that she didn't notice the time passing at all, nor was she conscious of what was on her plate at mealtimeShe could see it so clearly in her mind The house, gleaming fresh white on top of the hill; the clipped lawn green, so green, and thick with clover; the pasture, shimmering green with its deep satiny grass bending before the breeze, unrolling like a carpet down the hill and into the mysterious shadowy dark green of the pines that bordered the river and hid it from viewSpring with clouds of tender dogwood blossoms and the heady scent of wisteria; then summer, the crisp starched white curtains billowing from the open windows, the thick sweetness of honeysuckle flowing through them into all the rooms, all restored to their dreaming, polished quiet perfectionYes, summer was the bestThe long, lazy Georgia summer when twilight lasted for hours and lightning bugs signalled in the slow thickening darknessThen the stars, fat and close in the velvet sky, or a moon round and white, as white as the sleeping house it lit on the dark, gently rising hillScarlett's eyes widenedThat was it! Why hadn't she realized it before? Of courseSummer-when she loved Tara most-summer was when Rhett couldn't go to Dunmore Landing because of the fever