She’s well-acquainted with the smell of smoke and the roar of pistol fire by now, but she’ll be damned if she still doesn’t jump and curse at the sound of a door being shut. Reminds her too much of a round of gunfire being squeezed off being squeezed off.
Melanie – being Melanie – never flinches. She simply accepts the world around her with such grace and good humor. It’s taken Scarlet long to realize that her friend’s sense of genteel wisdom has been guiding her the whole time.
She leans back against the newel post of the mansion. It’s not Tara, or Charleston, but it has the children, has Melanie in it – it’s home. Convention be blasted to hell, it’s entirely perfect as well.
Melly brings her iced tea and thanks the servants kindly. That’s her way. Scarlet’s is more fiery. And yet they suit, far better than the men in their lives once did.
“Darling, can you help me with the tea tray? The children are waking from their naps.”
“Isn’t that what the servants are for?”
“Oh, but I’d rather you do it.”
Pouting, Scarlet comes away from the porch – knowing all the while she’ll do exactly as Mellie asks.
Impertinence, Scarlet/Melanie, PG
Melanie – being Melanie – never flinches. She simply accepts the world around her with such grace and good humor. It’s taken Scarlet long to realize that her friend’s sense of genteel wisdom has been guiding her the whole time.
She leans back against the newel post of the mansion. It’s not Tara, or Charleston, but it has the children, has Melanie in it – it’s home. Convention be blasted to hell, it’s entirely perfect as well.
Melly brings her iced tea and thanks the servants kindly. That’s her way. Scarlet’s is more fiery. And yet they suit, far better than the men in their lives once did.
“Darling, can you help me with the tea tray? The children are waking from their naps.”
“Isn’t that what the servants are for?”
“Oh, but I’d rather you do it.”
Pouting, Scarlet comes away from the porch – knowing all the while she’ll do exactly as Mellie asks.