Part One, Chapter Fifteen
Gwen's Donation
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Courtney and Zoey stepped out of the church. They were approached by a woman with a scandlous reputation. Her name was Gwen Watling.
"I've been sittin' by this curb one solid hour waiting to speak to you, Miss Wilkes," said Gwen.
Uncle Lightning went up to them and tried to shoo Gwen away by saying, "Go on, you trash, don't you be pesterin' these ladies."
"Don't talk to her Zoey," Courtney said in a warning tone of voice, agreeing with Uncle Lightning that Gwen Watling was no good.
"It's alright, Courtney," said Zoey dismissively. She turned to Gwen and kindly said, "Who are you?"
"My name's Gwen Watlin'," said Gwen. "But that don't matter. I expect you think I've got no business here," she added looking at Courtney.
"Hadn't you best tell me what you want to see me about?" Zoey asked Gwen looking at her.
"First time I come here, I says, 'Gwen, you're a nurse,'" Gwen started. "But the ladies didn't want my kind of nursin'. Well, they was more than likely right. Then I tried givin' 'em money. My money wasn't good enough for 'em, either. Old pea-hens! I know a gentleman who says you're a human bein'. If you are, which they ain't, you'll take my money for the hospital." Gwen handed a handkerchief to Zoey.
"What are you doing here?" Sky Meade asked suddenly turning up behind Zoey and Courtney. "Haven't you been told twice already?"
"This time I'm conversin' with Miss Wilkes," Gwen snapped at Sky. "You might as well take my money, Miss Wilkes. It's good money, even if it is mine."
"I'm sure you're very generous," Zoey reassured Gwen in a gentle and kind tone of voice.
"No, I'm not," said Gwen somewhat dismissivly. "I'm a Confederate like everybody else, that's all."
"Of course you are," said Zoey enthusiastically with the same gentlness and kindness.
"There's some folks who wouldn't feel that way," said Gwen, glaring in Sky Meade's direction. "But maybe they ain't as good Christians as you."
Gwen smiled, picked up her skirts and walked away. Zoey turned and opened the handkerchief and began counting the money.
"Look, Mrs. Meade," said Zoey. "It's a great deal of money. "Ten, twenty, thirty, fifty. And it's not our paper money. It's gold."
"Let me see that handkerchief," said Courtney. She looked it over and saw "D. B." written on it. She turned and saw Gwen riding away in her carriage. "And she's driving away in Duncan Butler's carriage. Oh, if I wasn't a lady what wouldn't I tell that varmint!"
