She had to get to Tara, she
had toMammy would put her brown arms
around her,
Mammy would hold her close, cradle her head on the breast where
she'd
sobbed out all her childhood hurtsShe could cry in Mammy's arms,
cry
herself empty of pain; she could rest her head on Mammy's breast,
rest
her wounded heart on Mammy's love
Mammy would hold her and love her, would share her pain and help
her
bear it"Hurry, Elias," said Scarlett, "hurry
"Help me out of these wet things, Pansy," Scarlett ordered her maid
Her face was ghostly pale, it made her green eyes look darker,
brighter, more frighteningThe young black girl was clumsy with
nervousnessIf you make me miss my train, take
a strap buy chanel purse to y) She couldn't do it, Pansy knew she couldn't do it
The slavery days were over, Miss Scarlett didn't own her, she could
quit any time she wanted toBut the desperate, feverish glint in
Scarlett's green eyes made Pansy doubt her own knowledge
Scarlett looked capable of anything"Pack the black wool merino, it's
going to be colder," said ScarlettShe stared at the open wardrobe
Black wool, black silk, black cotton, black twill, black velvetShe
could go on mourning for the rest of her daysMourning for Bonnie
still, and now mourning for J MelanieI should find something darker
than black, something more mournful to wear to mourn for myselfI
won't think about that, not nowI'll prada black bags think
about it when I get to Tara
"Put on your things, PansyAnd don't you dare
forget the crape armbandThis is a house of mourning The streets
that met at Five Points were a quagmireWagons and buggies and
carriages were sunk in mudTheir drivers cursed the rain, the
streets, their horses, the other drivers in their wayThere was
shouting and the sound of whips cracking, and the noise of people
There were always crowds of people at Five Points, people hurrying,
arguing, complaining, laughingFive Points was turbulent with life,
with push, with energyFive Points was the Atlanta Scarlett lovedToday Five Points was in her way, Atlanta was holding
her backI've got to make that train, I'll die if I chanel handbags on sale miss it, I've got
to get to Mammy and Tara or I'll break down"Elias," she yelled, "I
don't care if you whip the horses to death, I don't care if you run
over every single person on the street Her
horses were the strongest, her coachman the most skillful, her
carriage
the best that money could buyNothing better get in her way,
nothing
She made the train with time to spareThere was a loud burst of
steamScarlett held her breath, listening for the first clunking
revolution of the wheels that meant the train was movingAnd the rattling, shaking of the
carShe was on her way at lastEverything was going to be all
rightShe was going home to TaraShe pictured it, sunny and bright,
the white chanel purses and handbags house gleaming, glistening green leaves of cape jasmine
bushes studded with perfect, waxen white blossomsHeavy dark rain
sluiced down the window beside her when the train left the station, but
no matterAt Tara there'd be a fire in the living room, crackling
from pine cones thrown onto the logs, and the curtains would be
drawn,
shutting out the rain and the darkness and the worldShe'd lay her
head on Mammy's soft broad bosom and tell her all the horrible things
that had happenedThen she'd be able to think, to work everything
out
Hissing steam and squealing wheels jerked Scarlett's head
upright
Was this Jonesboro already? She must have dozed off, and no
wonder, as
tired as she chanel watches was