Scarlett hugged Miss Eleanor as she prepared to dock the dilapidated boat that would bring she and the children to Dunmore.
"Goodbye! I'll write you the second we arrive to let you know we're safe!"
Eleanor Butler nodded her head, but looked warily at the boat. She doubted it's ability to last half a mile, let alone all the way to Dunmore. "Do you think you should, though? After all, there are the children to consider."
Scarlett bristled at the older wmans words. Was Eleanor doubting Scarlett abilities as a mother? She stretched her lips into a smile. "My dear Miss Eleanor, we shall be perfectly alright. If I thought for a single moment my children would be in danger I would not consider going, but I am certain they are not. Shall I bring some of those flowers you lvoe so much back for you?"
The corners of Eleanors eyes crinkled into a genuine smile. "The cammelias! Yes, do, please! I miss them so, and they grow so wonderfully at Dunmore!"
Scarlett nodded. She didn't understand a certain preference for any thing but larger sums of money, but the Butlers of Charleston certainly adored their precious cammelias. "I will then. I must go! Good bye, Miss Eleanor, we'll see you in three weeks!"
Rhett's mother nodded and watched as Scarlett's tiny form boarded the riverboat. She had to say one thing for the girl- she wanted Rhett back no matter the cost. Eleanor observed the vessel depart and sighed. She had no idea what it was that acted as wedge between her son and his wife, but she knew Scarlett O' Hara Butler would do anything she could to fix it. The corners of mouth lifted slightly. The girl had gumption, that was for certain.
She was throwback to her grandmother, Solange Robillard. Scarlett believed she could do anything and went after what she wanted- with no regrets. The quality could be a good thing, but, as was evidenced in Solange's case, it could also have ill effects. Such as wounding other people- people that cared deeply for you.
And when you realized what you had done to one fo the few that truly loved you, you had to live with the guilt forever. Elenor shook her head as she climbed into the hired carriage. No use dwelling on old wounds. Those inflictions had scabbed and scarred over many years ago. But still, Solange de Brenier Robillard had done much damage in her pursuit of her goal. Eleanor just prayed she was right about around Scarlett possesing a nurturing softness that Solange never did possess.