Chapter 4/ How A Lady Became A Lady
Back in the dinning the three women found themselves left alone. Scarlett seeing that Miss Eleanor was not going to start conversation decided that she would have to be the one to break the ice.
"Miss Kathleen, I'm Scarlett Butler, your husband's father's wife." 'Oh that didn't sound right.' But Kathleen didn't seem to mind.
"It's nice to meet you, and if you would call me Kathleen. I never understood the formalities of using Miss, Mrs., or Mr."
"All right, then if you would call me Scarlett."
Everyone was quite for a few more moments; no one really knew what to say.
"Where are you form, Kathleen?"
"No place really, I traveled a lot when I was younger. I was born in Ireland my family was killed in the potato famine, all but my mother. She put me in an orphanage after that I was moved from orphanage to orphanage for a number of years before they sent me to work in the in a factory in New York then they sent me to New Orleans after my mother died, because was went with me to New York. That's where I worked until I meet John and that's how I ended up here."
"How did you're mother die?"
"Um, ask me some other time."
Neither Miss Eleanor or Scarlett aruged the fact that she was unwilling to talk about how her mother died. They just left at that.
"How long have you and John been married?"
"Almost four years."
Scarlett didn't know what to say, 'We have to be close in age, what maybe four five years difference? How old was Rhett when he got some girl pregnant with his son? What kind of person does something like that? Well, Rhett was young when it happened, so that'll have to be the excuse.'
"Your Irish correct, Scarlett?" Mrs. Butler had decided that she would make that best of the situation at hand.She didn't know that she had a grandchild who had to be in his late teens or early twenties
"Yes and French from my mother's side. I remember how my father used to talk about Ireland, he loved it so. And I have gained his love for land; I'm trying to get all the shears to Tara..."
"Tara? What are you talking about? Don't you know anything about the Irish?"
"What do you mean? It's the name of my family's plantation."
"A bold man your father must have been."
"Why? What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you some other time."
"Now, who taught you the acting of a lady? It seems odd that you'd know of such things being what your life has been like."
"You pick up things as you move form town to town, if you want to eat something better then stale bread then you learn to speak with a certain leave of refinement and not to slripe your soup. As long as you show some type of breading the best houses are always willing to bring you into their home for a short time."
"It must have been hard, I remember after the war I had to work like a fieldhand to feed my family. My sisters had typhoid and it killed my mother. After my mother's death my father kind of lost his mind. They raised the taxes on our home and I had to fend for myself."
"So... you know what it's like to be on your own. I must say that it had to be harder on you then me. You had more mouths to feed, a house to save. I admirer that, I truly do."
They sat there for a few moments before they started talking about something else. None of them would remembered what they had talked about it during that time in which they waited for John and Rhett to return form the parlor.
I hope you like what you know about Kathleen let me!
