Good Morning!
Yes this is the evil, dreaded author note post. Personally I hate these and feel they are a waste of time (especially when authors write them to clarify something in their story or to comment on reviews or apologize for being a day late for posting of a new chapter). Anywho I hate this as much as you hate receiving this. You get all excited because you see a new post, then see the word count and get annoyed.
Well I apologize for this. It has been over a year since I have posted on this story. And I'm surprised there is still interest and new readers everyday.
So here is my lame excuse for not updating in so long: I have been busy. Seriously. I am in my last year, soon to be last semester of university and have needed to focus on that. Plus I do have a job, two actually. So between full days at school and work I spend my nights reading homework and working on papers or other projects. I'm afraid next semester will be even worse since I have five, yes FIVE, art history classes. Four of which are on the same day back to back!
Yes, I am aware how insane that seems, but it is the only way to graduate on time. I always wonder how I have not be committed into a psych ward yet...
To give you all some sort of reward for sticking through my story, while it is on life support, I shall grant you all with what I had written last, over a year ago. So don't get on my case over this not being finished, or grammatical errors, or the chapter not making sense. To be honest, I don't recall what happened...
Since the day Rhett announced the family's move to New Orleans to Eleanor and Bonnie, the house had been in an uproar. Rhett made sure they told Bonnie of the move to New Orleans together, but Scarlett voiced the action since Bonnie would not have taken it so well if Rhett said anything.
Bonnie's only concern about the move was if her pony was going too. Then she started asking about what New Orleans was like and if she would like living there. Scarlett tried to tell her daughter about the city, but her experience there was limited and what she could tell Bonnie was minimal since the only time Scarlett had been to New Orleans was on her honeymoon with Rhett. During the constant questions about the new city they would call home, Scarlett would have Rhett explain to Bonnie about the city and what she could do there. The vast amount of activities she would partake in excited her. Even the descriptions of what the city looked like made Bonnie think of a magical land.
Doctor Meade had given the approval for Scarlett to travel in a month's time, but warned that if there were any signs to halt her recovery their departure would have to be postponed. The old doctor wanted to ensure she could withstand the long train ride to New Orleans without causing Scarlett to over exert herself that may cause more harm to her recovery. He also advised both of them not to try to have another baby for at least ten more months to allow Scarlett to fully heal. Doctor Meade recommended a doctor, a former colleague from his early days as a doctor, in New Orleans for Scarlett. He also asked that once they settled and had Scarlett set up with a physician to contact him to send Scarlett's medical records since the cause of her injuries were not exactly textbook.
Eleanor was content with the thought of them moving. The only thing that bothered her was the extended distance they would be from her. Soon she would have to return back home to Charleston while her son and daughter-in-law move across the country. It had been close to a month since she had spoken with Mammy and Melanie. She would need to have that talk with Rhett and Scarlett soon. Eleanor decided to hold off on the confrontation to try to witness how Rhett and Scarlett interacted with one another.
Though to witness them in their natural habitat was excruciatingly difficult for Eleanor. Someone was always in the room and when all was quiet they never really discussed much of anything. All topics seemed to be neutral, never on a personal level except when it involved Bonnie. Bonnie was the main topic they discussed, as well as their pending move. The only way Eleanor knew what was going on behind closed doors was to snoop. She would spend time in the servants' quarters to listen to their conversations through the speaking tube system. Since Scarlett's illness, they had left the speaking portal open to the room in case there was a demand that had to be made in haste without taking the extra time to uncap the pipe and ring a bell.