His voice was soft, but his grip was like...
His voice was soft, but
his grip was like iron"She's happy when she's like that, Scarlett
She's back in Savannah taking care of your mother when she was a
little
girlThose were happy times for herShe was young; she was
strong;
she wasn't in pain Scarlett struggled to get free
"But I want her to know me, WillI never told her how much she
means
to me
"You'll have your chanceLots of times she's different, knows
everybody
Knows she's dying, tooThese times are betterNow you come on
with
meEverybody's waiting for youDelilah listens out for Mammy from
the kitchen Scarlett allowed Will to help her to her feet
She was numb all over, even her heartShe followed him silently cheap chanel handbags for sale to
the living roomSuellen started immediately to berate her, taking up
her complaints where she had left off, but Will hushed her
"Scarlett's suffered a deep blow, Sue, leave her alone He poured
whiskey into a glass and placed it in Scarlett's handIt burned the familiar path through her body, dulling her
painShe held out her empty glass to Will, and he poured some more
whiskey into it"Hello, darlings," she said to her children, "come
give Mother a hug Scarlett heard her own voice; it sounded as if it
belonged to someone else, but at least it was saying the right thing
She spent all the time she could in Mammy's room, at Mammy's side
She
had fastened all her hopes on speedy bag louis vuitton the comfort of Mammy's arms around
her,
but now it was her strong young arms that held the dying old black
womanScarlett lifted the wasted form to bathe Mammy, to change
Mammy's linen, to help her when breathing was too hard, to coax a
few
spoonfuls of broth between her lipsShe sang the lullabies Mammy
had
so often sung to her, and when Mammy talked in delirium to Scarlett's
dead mother, Scarlett answered with the words she thought her
mother
might have saidSometimes Mammy's rheumy eyes recognized her,
and the
old woman's cracked lips smiled at the sight of her favoriteThen her
quavering voice would scold Scarlett, as she had scolded her since
Scarlett was a chanel quilted bag knock off baby"Your hair looks purely a mess, Miss Scarlett,
now you go brush a hundred strokes like Mammy taught you Or,
"You
ain't got no call to be wearing a frock all crumpled up like thatGo
put on something fresh before folks see you Or, "You looks pale as a
ghost, Miss ScarlettIs you putting powder on your face? Wash it off
this minute Whatever Mammy commanded, Scarlett promised to do
There was never time enough to obey before Mammy slid back into
unconsciousness, or that other world where Scarlett did not exist
During the day and evening Suellen or Lutie or even Will would share
the work of the sickroom, and Scarlett could snatch a half hour's
sleep, curled in the sagging knock off chanel wholesale purse rocking chairBut at night Scarlett kept
solitary vigilShe lowered the flame in the oil lamp and held Mammy's
thin dry hand in hersWhile the house slept and Mammy slept, she
was
able at last to cry, and her heartbroken tears eased her pain a
little
Once, in the small quiet hour before dawn, Mammy woke"What for is
you weeping, honey?" she whispered"Old Mammy is ready to lay
down
her load and rest in the arms of the LordThere ain't no call to take
on so Her hand stirred in Scarlett's, freed itself, stroked
Scarlett's bent head
Nothing's so bad as you think
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I just can't stop crying Mammy's bent
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