| He needed music, he said, and a glass, to refresh... 168 |
[Feb. 5th, 2010|03:13 am] |
He needed music, he said, and a glass, to refresh his shirt
and his dusty throat
Tomorrow was time enough for talkingScarlett's heart, too, was
refreshed by the musicBut she couldn't stay very longShe had to
be home and in bed before her grandfather returnedI hope the
driver
keeps his promise and doesn't tell him he brought me here
Grandfather wouldn't care two pins how much I needed to get away
from
that mausoleum and have a little fun
Jamie was hardly out of sight when the carriage rolled up to the
door
She ran up the stairs with her slippers in her hand and her train
bunched up under her armShe pressed her lips together to keep
from
gigglingPlaying truant was fun when you got away with itBut she
didn't get away with itHer grandfather never learned |
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