Atlanta was how Scarlett remembered it would be, only it was poorer and
dirtier after the war. There were of course less people there. Scarlett
followed Ashley, Wade dragging slowly behind her, his little sweaty palm
clinging tightly to hers.
In the house was nice. Scarlett still remembered everything about that night Beau was born, the Yankees coming, and Rhett leaving her on the road to Tara. How lonely and helpless she felt with Melly and Prissy and the baby to take care of. "Scarlett?" Ashley called to her. She was so involved with her thinking that she didn't realize that she was daydreaming. Now, to find Rhett, she thought. She thought that he could be either at the store, or at Belle Watlings. Although she hated Belle Watling, Scarlett thought if that was where Rhett was then that was where she was going to go. She didn't want Ashley to know she was looking for Rhett. When he asked where she was going, she repled, "For a walk around town, and to see all the people who are still here from before the war." Ashley didn't seem to care much and let her leave. She would have left even if he had cared that she was going out.
Outside, Scarlett saw some familiar faces. She saw Ms. Meade and Ms. Merriweather. Walking further along the street, she saw a dark house at the end of the corner. She immediately recognized it as her house. It was the biggest house in Atlanta and very recognizable from the stained glass windows and large, mahogany wood. She decided to go inside, since she had left a lot of her things there in the house when she left to go back to Tara, after Melly's funeral. Opening the door, the house smelled familiar.
Grasping the handrail, she walked up the red velveted carpeted steps to her bedroom. As she made it up the stairs, she heard a sound coming from Rhett's study. As she thought about it, he never did study in there. Just sit in his chair and drink and smoke. The door was propped open a little, and she stuck her head through the small opening. She quietly pushed the door open and looked inside. She didn't see much. The window was open, letting the cool evening air in the room. The chair was turned facing the window. As she looked further into the room, she saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was Rhett.
In the house was nice. Scarlett still remembered everything about that night Beau was born, the Yankees coming, and Rhett leaving her on the road to Tara. How lonely and helpless she felt with Melly and Prissy and the baby to take care of. "Scarlett?" Ashley called to her. She was so involved with her thinking that she didn't realize that she was daydreaming. Now, to find Rhett, she thought. She thought that he could be either at the store, or at Belle Watlings. Although she hated Belle Watling, Scarlett thought if that was where Rhett was then that was where she was going to go. She didn't want Ashley to know she was looking for Rhett. When he asked where she was going, she repled, "For a walk around town, and to see all the people who are still here from before the war." Ashley didn't seem to care much and let her leave. She would have left even if he had cared that she was going out.
Outside, Scarlett saw some familiar faces. She saw Ms. Meade and Ms. Merriweather. Walking further along the street, she saw a dark house at the end of the corner. She immediately recognized it as her house. It was the biggest house in Atlanta and very recognizable from the stained glass windows and large, mahogany wood. She decided to go inside, since she had left a lot of her things there in the house when she left to go back to Tara, after Melly's funeral. Opening the door, the house smelled familiar.
Grasping the handrail, she walked up the red velveted carpeted steps to her bedroom. As she made it up the stairs, she heard a sound coming from Rhett's study. As she thought about it, he never did study in there. Just sit in his chair and drink and smoke. The door was propped open a little, and she stuck her head through the small opening. She quietly pushed the door open and looked inside. She didn't see much. The window was open, letting the cool evening air in the room. The chair was turned facing the window. As she looked further into the room, she saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was Rhett.