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Tomorrow, maybe, or the next daySally don't want...Thursday 25 March 2010
Tomorrow, maybe, or the next daySally don't want me putting holes in her walls "I didn't say shoot them, I said show them Alex grinned at his friends"They've got carved ivory handles," he boasted, "and just wait till my little brother rides over to visit you on the big old Western saddle of hisIt's got so much silver on it you'll half go blind from the shine of it Tony and Alex had always been the most dandified men in all North GeorgiaTony obviously hadn't changed a bitHigh heels on fancy boots and silver on his saddleShe'd be willing to bet he came home with his pockets as empty as when he left on the run from the hangman It was major foolishness to have silver saddles when the house at Mimosa really needed a new roofBut for Tony it was rightIt meant that he was still TonyAnd Alex was as proud of him as if he'd come with a wagon-load of goldHow she loved them, both of them! They might be left with nothing but a farm that they had to work themselves, but the Yankees hadn't beaten the Fontaines, they chanel replica hadn't even been able to put a dent in them"Lord, wouldn't the boys have loved to prance around tall as a tree and polish silver with their bottoms," said Beatrice Tarleton"I can see the twins now, they'd just eat it up Scarlett caught her breathTarleton have to ruin everything that way? Why ruin such a happy time by reminding everybody that almost all of their old friends were dead? But nothing was ruined"They wouldn't be able to keep their saddles for a week, Miss Beatrice, you know that," Alex said"They'd either lose them in a poker game or sell them to buy champagne for a party that was running out of steam Remember when Brent sold all the furniture in his room at the University and bought dollar cigars for all the boys who'd never tried smoking?" "And when Stuart lost his dress suit cutting cards and had to skulk away from that cotillion wrapped in a rug?" Tony added"Remember when they pawned Boyd's law books?" said Jim Tarleton"I thought you'd skin them alive, Beatrice "They always grew back the miu miu black handbag skin," MrsTarleton said, smiling"I tried to break their legs when they set the ice house on fire, but they ran too fast for me to catch them That was the time they came over to Lovejoy and hid in our barn," said Sally"The cows went dry for a week when the twins tried to get themselves a pail of milk to drink Everyone had a story about the Tarleton twins, and those stories led to others about their friends and older brothers-Lafe Munroe, Cade and Raiford Calvert, Tom and Boyd Tarleton, Joe Fontaine-all the boys who'd never come homeThe stories were the shared wealth of memory and of love, and as they were told the shadows in the corners of the room became populated with the smiling, shining youth of those who were dead but now-at last-no longer lost because they could be remembered with fond laughter instead of desperate bitternessThe older generation wasn't forgotten, eitherAll those around the table had rich memories of Old Miss Fontaine, Alex and Tony's sharp-tongued, soft-hearted grandmotherAnd of their dolce and gabbana cheap replica handbags mother, called Young Miss until the day she died on her sixtieth birthdayScarlett discovered that she could even share the affectionate chuckling about her father's tell-tale habit of singing Irish songs of rebellion when he had, as he put it, "taken a drop or two," and even hear her mother's kindness spoken of without the heartbreak that had always before been her immediate response to the mention of Ellen O'Hara's name Hour after hour, long after plates were empty and the fire only embers on the hearth, still the talk went on, and the dozen survivors brought back to life all those loved ones who could not be there to welcome Tony homeIt was a happy time, a healing time The dim, flickering light of the oil lamp in the center of the table showed none of the scars of Sherman's men in the smoke-stained room and its mended furnitureThe faces around the table were without lines, the clothes without patchesFor these sweet moments of illusion, it was as if Mimosa was transported to a timeless place and hour gucci mens wallets where there was no pain and there had never been a WarMany years before, Scarlett had vowed to herself that she would never look back Remembering the halcyon preWar days, mourning them, yearning for them would only hurt and weaken her, and she needed all her strength and determination to survive and to protect her familyBut the shared memories in the dining room at Mimosa were not at all a source of weaknessThey gave her courage; they were proof that good people could suffer every kind of loss and still retain the capacity for love and laughterShe was proud to be included in their number, proud to call them her friends, proud that they were what they wereWill walked in front of the buggy on the way home, carrying a pitch pine torch and leading the horseIt was a dark night, and it was very late Overhead the stars were bright in a cloudless sky, so bright that the quarter-moon looked almost transparently paleThe only sound was the slow clop-clop of the horse's hoovesSuellen dozed olf, but Scarlett fought her wholesale chanel bags sleepiness

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