Everything in the world changed: the leaves, the children, the wars; but
Tara never did, the red soil, the white columns-they were still the same.
Quite remarkable in that sense. Yet, Scarlet O'Hara hardly noticed its
consistency; she did not care either. She merely desired to be in the
comfort of her old haunt and win Rhett back. Yes, she had to win Rhett. She
had got Ashley in the end too did she not?
"Mammy? Mammy, its me Scarlet!"
"Is that yous Miss Scarlet. Whys you here? Yous should be at Miss Melanie's funeral.
Shame on you!"
"Oh Mammy, how will the dead know whether we're there or not, and don't give me that heaven and angle sermon! I gave up on religion a long time ago. You know that," cried Scarlet.
Scarlet hated Mammy for being up Melanie. "Oh Melanie-so foolish, so fatuous. She just never understood this world. Oh, all the disasters, all the deaths.are my fault," thought Scarlet and rightly so, for Scarlet O'Hara for all her beauty was a monster-a monster who is often times mistaken for a heroine. Why the public loves a lady who deviates farther from the being altruistic than the Yankees themselves, no one really knows. But in any case, she is loved, and she knows she's love-that is perhaps her greatest flaw.
"Wade, Ella, stand still. Mammy, where's Will and the others? What
idiocy is my Sue Ellen brewing up now," ask Scarlet carelessly.
"Oh, I'm brewing things up am I?," barked Sue Ellen. "You're the one who's flitting around disgracing our name. Killed two husbands, and ran off to that filthy immoral man and vying for Ashley! You!"
Scarlet, running up to Sue Ellen and slapping her, "I am not the one who kill Papa for a dress. I am not the one who murdered her own father."
"Get out. Get out now!!," shouted Sue Ellen.
"Why Miss Sue Ellen, Scarlet's yous sister! Whats madame going to say whens she finds
yous been fighting again?" cried Mammy.
"Forget it, I am leaving. I have had enough of you," screamed Scarlet as she rushed through the house and into her wagon, speeding away. She had left her children behind too.
"Mammy? Mammy, its me Scarlet!"
"Is that yous Miss Scarlet. Whys you here? Yous should be at Miss Melanie's funeral.
Shame on you!"
"Oh Mammy, how will the dead know whether we're there or not, and don't give me that heaven and angle sermon! I gave up on religion a long time ago. You know that," cried Scarlet.
Scarlet hated Mammy for being up Melanie. "Oh Melanie-so foolish, so fatuous. She just never understood this world. Oh, all the disasters, all the deaths.are my fault," thought Scarlet and rightly so, for Scarlet O'Hara for all her beauty was a monster-a monster who is often times mistaken for a heroine. Why the public loves a lady who deviates farther from the being altruistic than the Yankees themselves, no one really knows. But in any case, she is loved, and she knows she's love-that is perhaps her greatest flaw.
"Wade, Ella, stand still. Mammy, where's Will and the others? What
idiocy is my Sue Ellen brewing up now," ask Scarlet carelessly.
"Oh, I'm brewing things up am I?," barked Sue Ellen. "You're the one who's flitting around disgracing our name. Killed two husbands, and ran off to that filthy immoral man and vying for Ashley! You!"
Scarlet, running up to Sue Ellen and slapping her, "I am not the one who kill Papa for a dress. I am not the one who murdered her own father."
"Get out. Get out now!!," shouted Sue Ellen.
"Why Miss Sue Ellen, Scarlet's yous sister! Whats madame going to say whens she finds
yous been fighting again?" cried Mammy.
"Forget it, I am leaving. I have had enough of you," screamed Scarlet as she rushed through the house and into her wagon, speeding away. She had left her children behind too.