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@@@@@I hit the sand still running and might
have stayed up if I’d landed on my good leg, but I
didn’tA zigzag of pain corkscrewed up my bad one,
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shin to knee to hip, and I went sprawling in the
sandSix inches in front of my nose was one of
those damned tennis balls, its fuzz soaked flat
DUNLOP was printed on the side, the letters as
black as damnation
I struggled to my feet, looking wildly out at the
GulfThere were only a few incoming balls in
front of El Palacio, but farther north, near Big
Pink, I saw a green flotilla – a hundred at least,
probably many moreShe burned the
picture and she’s asleep in her apartment a
thousand miles from here, safe and sound
“It means nothing,” I said, but now the wind
blowing my hair back felt cold instead of warmI
began to limp toward Big Pink, down where the sand
was wet and packed and shiningThe peeps flew up
in front of me in cloudsEvery now and then an
incoming wave would drop a tennis ball at my feet
There were lots of them now, scattered on the wet
hardpackThen I came to a burst-open crate
reading Dunlop Tennis Balls and FACTORY REJECTS NO
CANSIt was surrounded by floating, bobbing
tennis balls
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I broke into a run
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I unlocked the door and left my keys hanging in
the lockLurched to the phone and saw the message
light blinkingI pushed the PLAY buttonThe
robot’s expressionless male voice told me that
this message had been received at 6:48 AM, which
meant I had missed it by less than half an hour
Then Pam’s voice burst out of the speakerI bent
my head, the way you’d bend your head to try and
keep a burst of jagged glass fragments from flying
directly into your face
“Edgar, the police called and they say Illy’s dead!
They say a woman named Mary Ire came to her
apartment and killed her! One of your friends! One
of your art friends from Florida has killed our
daughter!” She burst into a storm of harsh and
ugly weepingIt was horrible,
that laughI felt as if one of those flying
shards of glass had cut into my face”Call me,
you bas

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@@@@@And I’ll bring her own brother and sister as a gift for
her
She sent telegrams to Uncle Henry Hamilton at his office, and to Pansy
at the house on Peachtree Street, and took the train for Atlanta on the
twelfth of MayShe was both excited and nervousShe’d been gone
so
long-anything might have happenedShe wouldn’t fret about it now,
she’d find out soon enoughIn the meantime she’d simply enjoy the
hot
Georgia sun and the pleasure of being all dressed upShe’d had to
wear mourning on the ship, but now she was radiant in emerald green
Irish linenBut Scarlett had forgotten how dirty American trains
wereThe spittoons at each end of the car were soon surrounded by
evil-smelling tobacco juiceThe aisle became a filthy debris trap
before twenty miles were doneA drunk lurched unevenly past her
seat
and she suddenly realized that she should not be travelling alone
Why, anybody at all could move my little hand valise and sit next to
me! We do things an awful lot better in IrelandFirst Class means
what it saysNobody intrudes on you in your own little compartment
She opened the Savannah newspaper as a shieldHer pretty linen suit
was already rumpled and dustyThe hubbub at the Atlanta Depot and
the
shouting daredevil drivers in the maelstrom at Five Points made
Scarlett’s heart race with excitement, and she forgot the grime of the
trainHow alive it all was, and vital, and always changingThere
were buildings she’d never seen before, new names above old
storefronts, noise and hurry and pushShe looked eagerly out the
window of her carriage at the houses on Peachtree Street, identifying
the owners to herself, noting the signs of better times for themThe
Merriwethers had a new roof, the Meades a new color paintThings
weren’t nearly as shabby as they’d been when she left a year and a
half
backAnd there was her house! OhI don’t remember it being so
crowded on the lot like thatThere’s hardly any yard at

@@@@@”And Libbit be
trustin Nanny
“Of course she did,” Wireman said”Melda was
almost the child’s mother
I had visualized the drawing and erasing as
happening in Elizabeth’s room, but now I knew
betterIt had happened at the poolPerhaps even
in the poolBecause the pool had been, for some
reason, safeOr so little Libbit had believed
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Noveen said, “It din’ make Perse gone, but it
sholy did get her attentionI think it hoit dat
bitch The voice sounded tired now, croaky, and I
could see Jack’s Adam’s apple sliding up and down
in his throat again”I hope it did!”
“Yes,” I saidwhat came
next?” But I knewNot the details, but I knew
The logic was grim and irrefutable”Perse took
her revenge on the twinsAnd Elizabeth and Nan
Melda knewThey knew what they didNan Melda
knew what she did
“She knew,” Noveen saidIt was still a female
voice, but it was edging closer to Jack’s all the
timeWhatever the spell was, it wouldn’t hold
much longer”She held on until the Mister found
their tracks down on Shade Beach – tracks goin
into the water – but after that she couldn’t hold
on no longerShe felt she got her babby-uns
killed
“Did she see the ship?” I as

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are more to come,” he said, and Scarlett transferred her anger to the
captain of the FleeceIf he said five o’clock, he should sail at five
o’clock
The sooner she got away from Charleston, the happier she would be
This must be the hottest place on the face of the earthShe shaded
her eyes with her hand to look at the skyShe started along deck towards her rooms
Poor baby Cat hermes kelly bag must be practically cookedAs soon as they got out of
the harbor she’d bring her up on deck for whatever breeze the ship’s
movement might causeClattering hoofbeats and feminine laughter
caught her attentionMaybe this was who they were waiting forShe
glanced down at an open victoriaWith three fabulous hats on the
women in itThey weren’t like any hats she’d ever seen, and pasha cartier even
from
a distance she could tell they were very expensiveWide brimmed,
decorated with clusters of feathers or plumes held by sparkling jewels
and swirled with airy tulle netting, from Scarlett’s perspective the
hats were like wonderful parasols or fantastic confections of pastry on
big traysI’d look simply wonderful in a hat like thatShe leaned
slightly over the rail to look at the top chanel womenThey were elegant, even
in the heat, wearing pale organdy or voile trimmed with-it looked like
wide silk ribbon or was it ruching?-on cuirass fronts and-Scarlett
blinked-no bustle at all, not even a hint of one, and no train
either
She hadn’t seen anything like that in Savannah or AtlantaWho were
these people?
Her eyes devoured the pale kid gloves and folded parasols, lace, Gucci Clutches she
thought, but she couldn’t be sureWhoever they were, they certainly
were having a good time laughing their heads off and not hurrying to
get on the ship they were holding up eitherThe Panama-hatted man
with them stepped down into the streetWith his left hand he took off
his hatHis right hand reached upward to hand the first woman down
Scarlett’s hands clutched the railing
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@@@@@Instinctively he curled flat in his holeThe next instants were lost to himHe heard an awful exploding sound which seemed to fill every corner of his mind, and the earth shook and quivered underneath him in the holeNumbly he felt dirt flying over him, and his body being pounded by some blastThe explosion came again, and the dirt and the shock, and then another and another blastHe found himself sobbing in the hole, terrified and resentfulWhen another mortar landed, he screamed out like a child, “That’s enough, that’s enough!” He lay there trembling for almost a minute after the shells had stoppedHis thighs felt hot and wet, and at first he thought, I’m woundedIt was pleasant and peaceful, and he had a misty picture of a hospital bedHe moved his hand back, and realized with both revulsion and mirth that he had emptied his bowels
Hennessey froze his bodyIf I don’t move, I won’t get any dirtier, he thoughtHe remembered Red and Wilson talking about “keeping a tight ass-hole,” and now he understood what they meantHe began to get the gigglesThe sides of his foxhole were crumbling, and he had a momentary pang of anxiety at the thought that they would collapse in the next shellingHe was beginning to smell himself and he felt a little sickShould he change his pants? he wonderedThere was only one other pair in his pack, and he might have to wear them for a monthIf he threw these away, they might make him pay for them
But no, that wasn’t true, he told himself; you didn’t have to pay for lost equipment overseasHe was beginning to get the giggles againWhat a story this would make to tell PopHe saw his father’s face for a momentA part of him was trying to needle his courage to look over the edge of his holeHe raised himself cautiously, as much from the fear of further soiling his pants as from an enemy he might s

@@@@@ She was as silent as Will on the long drive to Tara,
drinking in the remembered quiet of the countryside, refreshing herself
with it
The air was new-washed, and the afternoon sun was warm on her
shouldersShe’d been right to come homeTara would give her the
sanctuary she needed, and with Mammy she’d be able to find a way to
repair her ruined worldShe leaned forward as they turned onto the
familiar drive, smiling in anticipationBut when the house came in
sight, she let out a cry of despair”Will, what happened?” The front
of Tara was covered by vines, ugly cords hung with dead leaves; four
windows had sagging shutters, two had no shutters at all”Nothing
happened except summer, ScarlettI do the fixing up for the house in
winter when there’s no crops to tendI’ll be starting on those
shutters in a few more weeksIt’s not October yet
“Oh, Will, why on earth won’t you let me give you some money?
You could hire some helpWhy, you can see the brick through the
whitewashIt looks downright trashy Will’s reply was patient
“There’s no help to be had for love nor moneyThose that wants work
has plenty of it, and those that don’t wouldn’t do me no good
We make out all right, Big Sam and meYour money ain’t needed
Scarlett bit her lip and swallowed the words she wanted to sayShe
had run up against Will’s pride often before, and she knew that he was
unbendableHe was right that the crops and the stock had to come
firstTheir demands couldn’t be put off; a fresh coat of whitewash
couldShe could see the fields now, stretching out behind the
house
They were weedless, newly harrowed, and there was a faint, rich smell
of the manure tilled in to prepare them for the next planti

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I decided there was one thing I did need before
calling Minnesota
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I left the phone on the overstuffed couch, limped
to the bedroom (using my crutch now; I and my
crutch were going to be inseparable until bedtime),
and got RebaOne look into her blue eyes was
enough to bring Pam’s name back, and my heartbeat
slowedWith my best girl clamped between my side
and my stump, her boneless pink legs wagging, I
made my way back to the Florida room and sat down
againReba flopped onto my lap and I set her
aside with a thump so she faced the westering sun
“Stare at it too long, you’ll go blind,” I said
“Of course, that’s where the fun isBruce
Springsteen, 1973 or so, muchacha
“I should be upstairs, painting that,” I told her,
“Doing fucking art for fucking art’s sakeReba’s wide eyes suggested to the world
in general that she was stuck with America’s
nastiest man
I picked up the cordless and shook it in her face
“I can do this,” I said
Nothing from Reba, but I thought she looked
doubtfulBeneath us, the shells continued their
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wind-driven argument: You did, I didn’t, oh yes
you did
I wanted to go on discussing the matter with my
Anger-Management DollInstead I punched in the
number of what used to be my houseNo problem at
all remembering thatI was hoping to get Pam’s
answering machineInstead I got the lady herself,
sounding breathless”Hey, Joanie, thank God you
called backI’m running late and was hoping our
three-fifteen could be-”
“It’s not Joanie,” I saidI reached for Reba and
drew her back onto my lap without even thinking
about itAnd you might have to
cancel your three-fifteenWe’ve got something to
talk about, and it’s important
“What’s wrong?”
“With me? Noth

@@@@@There is also six years at Fieldmont Country Day, more of the fellows and demerits, the occasional sermon, the individual regular-fellow ethic borrowed from more exclusive eastern prep schools

You do not lie You do not cheat
You do not swear You do not screw
And you go to church

Always of course with the booming voice, the meaty palm of Bill Hearn in the background, combined somehow — never believably — with dancing lessons on Saturday mornings, and the persistent avid aspirations of Ina HearnBobby, why don’t you take Elizabeth Perkins to your Junior Dance?
Deep in the womb which covers me,
Green as grass from house to house
Only that idea comes later

The week after he graduates from Fieldmont Country Day, he goes on a drinking bout with a few contemporaries, fellow graduates, to a shack out in the woods, owned by one of their fathersA two-story shack with a built-in bar
At night they sit around in one of the upstairs bedrooms, passing the bottle after swigging at it gingerly
To hell with your old manThey are all shocked, but it was Carsons who spoke, and his father committed suicide in 1930Carsons can be forgiven
Here’s good-bye to Fieldmont, good old FCD, we had a lot of time there
The Dean wasn’t bad but I never could figure him out, and you remember what a good-looking wife he had
Here’s to the wife, I heard she left him last year for a monthThe bottle goes on its second and third circuit
All in all we had a good time there, only I’m glad to be out, I sure wish I was going with you fellows to Yale
In a corner the football captain of the previous season is bending Hearn’s earI wish I could be back for this next fall, what a team we’re going to have with those juniors, you mark my words, Haskell is going to be All-American in four years, and while we’re on the subject, Bob, I would like to give you just a little word of advice ’cause I’ve kept my eye on you for a long time now, and you don’t try hard enough, you don’t pull, you could’ve made the team ’cause you’re big and you got natural ability but you didn’t want to, and it’s a shame because you ought to pull harder
Stick your head in a bucket of ice
Hearn’s drunk, the captain yells
Look at old Hearn off in the corner againI bet he busted up with Adelaide
She’s a keen girl, but she necks around an awful lot, I bet Lantry used to worry about it before he went off to Princeton
Aw, brothers don’t care, that’s my theoryI’ve got a sister, and she doesn’t fool around, but I wouldn’t care if she did

@@@@@”And you will be
extremely nice
Besides, your Cousin Townsend isn’t a Yankee at allHe fought with
General Lee Rosemary frowned and was silentMiss Eleanor began
to
laugh”I must stop complaining,” she said”It’ll be worth it in the
long run to see Townsend and Henry Wragg meet each other
Townsend’s cross-eyed, and Henry’s walleyedDo you suppose they’ll
be
able to manage to shake hands?” * * The Ellintons weren’t so bad,
Scarlett thought, even though you didn’t know where to look when you
talked to Cousin TownsendHis wife Hannah wasn’t as beautiful as
Miss
Eleanor had predicted, which was agreeable
However, her pearl-sewn ruby brocade ball gown and diamond dogcollar
made Scarlett feel miserably frumpy in her tired claret velvet and
camelliasThank Heaven this was the last ball, and the end of the
SeasonI would have called anybody a liar if they’d said I could ever
get tired of dancing, but I’ve had more than my fillOh, if only
everything was settled about Tara! She had followed Rhett’s advice,
she’d thought about going to SavannahBut the prospect of day after
day with her aunts was more than she could bear, and she had
decided to
wait for the Mother Superior’s return to CharlestonRosemary was
going to visit Miss Julia Ashley, so that thorn would be out of her
fleshAnd Miss Eleanor was always good companyRhett was going
to
the LandingShe wouldn’t think about that nowIf she did, she’d
never be able to get through the evening”Do tell, Cousin Townsend,”
Scarlett said brightly, “all about General LeeIs he really as
handsome as everybody says?” Ezekiel had polished the carriage and
groomed the horses until they looked fit to carry royaltyHe stood by
the carriage block, holding the door open, ready to assist if needed
when Rhett helped his ladies to step up into the carriage”I still say
that the Ellintons should be riding with us,” Eleanor stewed
“We’d be squashed to death,” Rosemary grum