| Scarlett's hands clutched the railing
Dear God,... 604 |
[Feb. 13th, 2010|04:09 am] |
Scarlett's hands clutched the railing
Dear God, it's RhettI've got to run insideIf he's on
this ship I've got to get Cat off, find a place to hide, find another
shipI've got two trunks in the hold with
frilly dresses and Colum's rifles in themWhat in the name of God am
I going to do? Her mind raced from one impossible idea to another
while she stared blindly at the group below herSlowly her brain
registered what she was seeing: Rhett was bowing, kissing one
gracefully extended hand after anotherHer ears opened to the
repeated "goodbye and thank you" of the womenBut
Scarlett was notHer protective rage had |
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