Rhett was telling his mother how he had brought back the tea service that the Yankee's had stolen during the war. Scarlett wasn't really paying attention to what he was asking. But she was thinking about her earlier discussion with him about her being there. She realized that he was really pissed off at her, but he wouldn't show it in front of his mother. Scarlett lost her train of thought when they all heard a knock at the door.
"Mist Butler, a man here to see you."
"Who is Manigo?"
"He didn't say, sir. Just that you'd be mighty surprised to see him."
"Well, ask him to join us for dinner then, it wouldn't be polite to send him away in this weather, Rhett." Said Mrs. Butler.
"You heard Mother, do as she says."
"We'll need an extra setting then."
"Why, you said it was a man, so that's just one and there's a setting right there."
"He has a woman with him, Mist Rhett."
"Well, then send someone to set a place for her."
"Do you have any idea who it could be, Rhett?"
"No idea, but I'll tell you one thing, Scarlett, it couldn't be a greater surprise then you, darling."
"I wouldn't be to sure of that, Father."
Rhett turned and he couldn't believe what he saw. There standing in the door way was his bastered son. They all looked at him; he looked just like Rhett, the same black eyes, a mockerish loped sided smile and dark tanned skin.
"Oh, my God." Rhett was speechless; he didn't know what to say. The boy moved into the dinning room and then a young woman entered the room. Beautiful was not the right word to describe what this woman looked like. She had hair the color of sunlight and her skin was as white as snow. But her eyes, they were as clear and deep as the sea green oceans. "Oh, my god," Was the only response that anyone could muster.
