| Scarlett was so tired she was practically stumbling, but she
was chattering like a magpie, too exhilarated to accept the peaceful
silence of the sleeping city"We're a fine lot, we O'HarasHis strong hands caught her around the waist and he lifted
her up and swung her in a giddy circle
"There's none can touch us," he said when he set her downMiss Scarlett!" Pansy woke her at seven with a message
from her grandfather"He wants you right this minute The old
soldier was formally dressed and fresh-shavenHe looked
disapprovingly at Scarlett's hastily combed hair and dressing gown
from
his imperial position in the great armchair at the head of the balenciaga knock off motorcycle bag dining
room table"My breakfast is unsatisfactory," he announced
Scarlett stared at him, slack-jawedWhat did his breakfast have to do
with her? Did he think she'd cooked it? Maybe he had lost his mindPa had had more than he could bear that's
all, and so he retreated to a time and a world where the terrible'
things hadn't happenedHe was like a confused childBut there's
nothing confused or child-like about GrandfatherHe knows exactly
where and who he is and what he's doingWhat does he mean by
waking
me up after only a couple of hours' sleep and complaining to me about
his breakfast? Her voice was carefully calm when she spoke"What's
wrong with gucci black bag your breakfast, Grandfather?"
"It's tasteless and it's cold
"Why don't you send it back to the kitchen, then? Tell them to bring
what you want and make sure it's hotKitchens are women's business Scarlett put her hands
on
her hipsShe looked at her grandfather with eyes as steely as his
"Do you mean to tell me that you got me out of bed to send a
message to
your cook? What do you take me for, some kind of servant? Order
your
own breakfast or starve, it , s all the same to meI'm going back to
bed Scarlett turned with a flounce
"That bed belongs to me, young woman, and you occupy it by 3:i3 my
grace and favorI expect you to obey my orders as long chanel purse styles as you're
under my roof She was in a fine rage now, all hope of sleep gone
I'll pack my things this minute, she thoughtI don't have to put up
with thisThe seductive aroma of fresh coffee stopped her before she
spokeShe'd have coffee first, then tell the old man offAnd she'd
better think a minuteShe wasn't ready to leave Savannah yetRhett
must know, by now, that she was hereAnd she should get a
message
about Tara from the Mother Superior any minuteScarlett walked to
the
bell pull by the doorThen she took a chair at her grandfather's
rightWhen Jerome came in, she glared at him"Give me a cup for
my
coffeeThen take this plate away
What is it, fendi large clutch Grandfather, cornmeal mush? Whatever it is, Jerome, tell
the cook to eat it herselfAfter she fixes some scrambled eggs and
ham and bacon and grits and biscuitsWith plenty of butterAnd I'll
have a pitcher of thick cream for my coffee right this minute Jerome
looked at the erect old man, silently urging him to put Scarlett in her
placePierre Robillard looked straight ahead, not meeting hisbutler's
eyes"Don't stand there like a statue," Scarlett snappedSo was her grandfatherAlthough the
meal was as silent as his birthday dinner had been, this time he ate
everything that was brought to himScarlett watched him suspiciously
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