@@@@@Pansy's right about that partEverybody I 503
@@@@@Pansy's right about that
partEverybody I know in Savannah is oldGrandfather, Aunt Eulalie,
Aunt Pauline, all their friendsAnd Pa's brothers are the oldest of
allI'll just say hello and let them give me a nasty dry old man's
kiss on the cheek and buy my rosary and leave
There's no real call to see their wivesIf they cared about seeing
me, they would have done something about keeping up all these
years
Why, for all they know I could be dead and buried and not so much as
a
condolence note to my husband and childrenA mighty tacky way to
treat a blood relative, I call itMaybe I'll just forget about going
to see any of them at allThey don't deserve any visits from me after
the way they neglected me, she thought, ignoring the letters from
Savannah that she'd never answered, until finally they stopped
coming
She was ready to consign her father's brothers and their wives
permanently to oblivion in the recesses of her mind nowShe was
fixed
on two things, getting control of Tara and getting the upper hand with
RhettNever mind that the two were contradictory goals, she'd find a
way to have bothAnd they demanded all the thinking she had time
for
I'm not going to go trailing around looking for that musty old store,
Scarlett decided
I've got to track down the Mother Superior and the BishopOh, I do
wish I hadn't left those beads in CharlestonShe looked quickly along
the storefronts on the other side of Broughton Street, Savannah's
place
to shopSurely there must be a jeweler somewhere close byThe
bold
gilt letters that spelled out 0'HARA stretched across the wall above
five gleaming windows almost directly oppositeMy, they've come up
in
the world since I was here last, Scarlett thoughtThat doesn't look
musty at all"Come on," she said to Pansy, and she plunged into the
tangled traffic of wagons, buggies, and pushcarts that filled the busy
streetThe 0 'Hara store smelled of fresh paint, not long-settled
dust
