Chapter 36

Scarlett did not realize how much Bonnie's death had affected her, made her afraid and lonely until she found solace in the words of the sympathetic ladies at her gathering. They all remembered Bonnie and had different stories to tell - they spoke of her beauty - the glossy curls framing a rose cheeked, blue-eyed little princess, her bravery, her love for her father- Yes, almost every one spoke of how she sat on the front of the saddle with her father and proudly paraded down the streets of Atlanta. Scarlett smiled at these memories and a few tears slipped down her cheeks. She took comfort in the warm embraces, the kind words which were like soothing balm to her aching heart. While the Yankee ladies tried to distract her, these women spoke kindly, almost patriotically about little Bonnie since she was named after the Bonnie Blue Flag. She had missed this feminine companionship for so many years! What a blessing it was to vent out her feelings at last amidst kind and caring people - her people, her own folks who knew her roots, her struggles, her victories-

But on the other side, she detested having to act like a ninny at times, disguising her true thoughts with politely expressed sentiments and flattery. She had to pretend that the stores and the mills were a burden to her and how much she detested the changing times. But Scarlett knew she had to compromise if she were to receive any support or friendship. So, she swallowed her temper and continued to be interested and involved in social gatherings. But the more she heard of the changing times, the more interested she became. Now, Scarlett was starting to see a glimmering ray of hope for herself. Times were changing! Changing at last in her favor!

Somehow the women were expected now to be more frugal with their money. No longer could they afford to lend and borrow without the intention of repaying their debt. With the rise in public schools, more intelligence was expected from the young mothers to help their children with advanced lessons. These women naturally sought out Scarlett for support. Soothed by her flattery, they let down their defenses and admired her outright for her shrewd, Irish mind. But these were only the women in Scarlett's own age circle. The old cats still sneered and gossiped about her from afar. But try as they might, they could no longer influence their daughters who began to think for themselves and ways to cope with the changing world.

So, Scarlett began to hold more gatherings in her mansion. She attended more parties, gatherings, meetings and began to enjoy the attention. She had never been complimented for her intelligence before. But now with a little flattering compliments and fake timidity, even the husbands began to appreciate her. She was the favorite Aunt of Beau and his friends. They walked up more freely to Peachtree house to do their lessons and Scarlett took some pleasure in guiding them. Wade beamed with happiness at the sight of his friends and his voice could be heard loudly across the hallways of the great house. Something that had never happened before!. Ella was called more often to little girl's parties.

A month went by and Scarlett grew busier day by day.

"Rhett, I need more money." said Scarlett, as she walked into the study one evening. Her tone was matter-of-factly and she had rehearsed her conversation in her head to keep it as short and to the point as possible.

"Certainly" replied Rhett, rising from his chair with an air of deference. His eyes were kind and his manner was respectful.

But Scarlett still felt wary.

Rhett took out his wallet and carelessly pulled out a wad of bills. "Will this do?" he asked.

Scarlett counted the notes and nodded. She counted once again as she went to her desk to lock away the money in her drawer. As she walked, she felt Rhett's eyes on her. She stopped counting and looked back and sure enough, he was seated at the sofa, watching her. She ignored him and resumed her counting. When she placed the money safety inside, she walked to the window and again she felt those dark eyes gazing at her.

Scarlett felt thrilled and nervous. A part of her was wildly excited that he was watching her every move as he once did so many years ago and the other part of her told her not to be a fool and reminded her of the many times he had cruelly rebuffed her.

She was about to leave the room and just as she crossed Rhett's sofa, he put out his hand and caught the tips of her fingers. Scarlett looked at him coldly.

"I want to say that I am pleased that you are bringing quality folks into this house, Scarlett-"he began, an appreciative smile on his face.

"Let go of my hand." cut in Scarlett, sharply. "I don't ever want to speak to you without first hearing an apology!"