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too, in the wood next to where the stables used to be And mistletoe,
Scarlett added silentlyShe wasn't taking any chances with the New
Year's Eve midnight ritual"Very nice," said Rhett when he came up
to
the house after the platform was built and draped with red, white, and
blue bunting"It looks festive, just right for the party
"What party?" asked Scarlett"I invited the sharecropper families
It makes them feel important, and God willing the men will be too
hungover from rotgut whiskey to make trouble tomorrow when the
blacks
are hereYou and Rosemary and Pansy will go upstairs before they
comeIt's likely to get rough
Scarlett watched the Roman candles arc through the sky from her
bedroom
windowThe fireworks to celebrate the New Year lasted from midnight
until nearly one o'clockShe wished with all her heart that she had
stayed in the cityTomorrow she'd be cooped up all day while the
blacks celebrated, and by the time they got back to town on Saturday
it
would probably be too late to wash and dry her hair for the BallAnd
Rhett had never kissed herDuring the days that followed, Scarlett
recaptured all the giddy excitement of what she remembered as the
best
time of her lifeShe was a belle, with men clustered around her at
receptions, with her dance card filled as soon as she entered the
ballroom, with all her old games of flirtation producing the same
admiration that they had beforeIt was like being sixteen again, with
nothing to think about other than the last party and the compliments
she'd been paid, and the next party and how she would wear her hair
But it was not long before the thrills became flatShe was not
sixteen, and she didn't really want a string of beauxShe wanted
Rhett, and she was no closer to winning him back than she had been
He
kept up his end of their bargain: he was attentive to her at parties,
pleasant to her whenever they were together in the house-with other
peopleYet she was sure that he was looking at the calendar,
counting
the days until he'd be rid of herShe began to feel moments of
pa
