EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

(GONE WITH THE WIND)

Scarlett looked through the window as rain the size of bullets pounded on the door. Sighing, she felt the carriage grind to a halt and the door to her left opened with a snap.
Taking the footman's hand she stepped out of her stagecoach. She pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders and shivered at the cold night air.

This sort of weather was unusual for her hometown, but she had learnt to bear the inconvienices from an early age. Holding down her velvet green hat, she looked toward Tara, her pride and joy, that was standing proud in all it's despair.

Slowly as she could she moved toward her homes large, oak door. She had been so sure about coming back when Rhett walked out, now her sadness had faded and she was left feeling a little uncomfortable.

Telling herself she was being ridiculous, she knocked three times in rapid succession and waited for Mammy to open the door.

" Miss Scarlett!" She exclaimed. " How good to see you on your feet gain, and in that mighty pretty dress! Come in and get yourself warm!"

Scarlett was draped in green velvet with gold embroidery. She looked the best he had looked since rhett left.

No, she wouldn't think of him. He had no place in her life now. The only connection between them was the late daughter they had created.

Sharing a hug with big Sam she turned towards Prissy, the young girl she delivered melee's baby with. She was older now, and uncommonly pretty. Her chocolate colored hair fell to her waist, and her large dark eyes glinted with a mischievous way.

Nodding to her Scarlett moved to the large staircase and ascended the steps to her room. It felt good to be in the home she had always adored. She was aware that Prissy would be telling the mistress, Sue-Ellen, that she was back and staying in the guestroom.

She was also aware that Sue-Ellen would not be happy.

But she would face her sister tomorrow. She hoped that if she played her cards right, her sister might take mercy and let her stay as long as she liked.

Especially so soon after Bonnie's death.

Yes. She would face her sister tomorrow, become mistress of the house gradually. And Scarlett was sure at that moment that she would be able to rid herself of her old life easily.

But she wasn't so sure she could forget him that quickly.

She then realized she was in her old room. It was kept in good condition, almost exactly like she left it. Unconsciously she felt around in the small purse she brought with her and pulled out a small painting.

Tracing the lines lovingly, she heaved a heavy sigh and fell on the bed with unceremonious thump.

The painting fell from her hand on to the hardwood floor, and the first rays of dawn fell across the painted faces of Rhett, and Bonnie-Blue butler.

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To be continued…