For my sweet ambereyed mother
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"Dear Scarlett!"
Chrissie Watkins, her huge girth wrapped in gorgeous scarlet and pink satin, smiled when slender brunette stepped to the room. Unlike Chrissie, her guest was dressed in less showy but still beautiful blue-and white walking-gown.
"Please, sit down," Chrissie said and put the flowery china-cup back to the saucer. "You came just in time to see my new home decoration."
"Really?" Scarlett sat primly on the creamy sofa. "I hope it is in good taste."
"MY taste is always impeccable," Chrissie said and walked to the mannequin which Scarlett had not noticed before. "Lovely, isn´t it?"
Long queen-sized dress of crimson and pink satin, with roses on the bodice, was wonderful.
"It is not for filthy human waste", Chrissie said.
"Well..." Scarlett laughed a bit, trying to say something clever, but Chrissie stopped her.
"Including Southern upperclass."
Scarlett almost dropped her umbrella.
That woman´s brazennes! How this... former cleaning woman dared! Scarlett´s first reaction was jump to her feet, yell insults, ran away from this house and never go near this upstart again.
But she knew she could never do that.
I shall steal, murder or do whatever it takes, but I shall never be poor again.
Scarlett smiled. Her smile was honey-sweet. "I agree."
And one day this poor white upstart will pay. When I am rich again.
"I knew you would," Chrissie back to the sofa and fell among lovely pillows. "I am soon going to London."
"Really?"
"It is such interesting town. I move all my business there." Chrissie bent forward and smiled. "But not yet."
She took her cup, gloating. "Pour coffee to yourself, Scarlett!"
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AN: Beta reader needed! Someone who helps in English spelling, grammar, etc. Friendly, constructive criticism! I am amateur writer, not Angela Carter, so not any "witty" crap reviews!