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When Scarlett came back to Tara, she found mammy had also came back. Mammy looked straight at Scarlett and smiled at her as if Scarlett was still the little girl who ran out playing and came home late. And Scarlett ran to her, laying her head on the broad, sagging breasts which had held her for all of her life. “Oh, Miss Scarlett, I’ve heard that Melanie was gone. You must be very sad.” Upon hearing this, Scarlett cried out loudly “Oh, mammy, you are the only one knows me so well, But…” She shoved, because at that time, she didn’t want to talk about Melanie as there’s nothing in her mind but find a way to get Rett back. “Mummy, you know, Rett, he has left, he thinks I don’t care about him. But he was totally wrong.” She started creeping. “I know that I have been a fool for so long, and didn’t realize how much I cared him. But you know it mammy, you always see things I ignored, don’t you?” she raised her head and looked right into mammy’s eyes, and her face was full of tears. Mammy softly swept the tears from Scarlett’s face, and continued “Of course I know you loved Mr. Butler. And you must have broken his heart cause as I can see, Mr. Butler loved you more than you did.” “Yes, mammy, he loved me so much, and now, I also realize how much I love him. We can certainly find a way to get him back, right?” Scarlett grabbed mammy as if she was her only belief in the world, and with the approval of her she’ll finally get Rhett back. Mammy gave out a slight sigh “Yes, but at first we need to let Mr. Butler believe you really love him. We need to make a plan.” “Yes, we need a plan. Let’s go inside and find one.” Scarlett smiled, she knew she’ll find a way somehow to get Rhett back in Tara, just like years before she find out a way to survive from the war. Scarlett thinked of Rett all day long, but every time she tried to connect to him, he’ll send a excuse that he was very busy and was not able to come back to her. She knew that he was still not believing her as she had done so badly to him. Days went by, and Scarlett became hopeless. Words are in the town that Miss Scarlett was badly sick, she got the typhoid the other day, the same disease which took her mother’s life. “Miss Scarlett, how are you feelig today?” Mammy washed the face of Scarlett laying in the bed, looking pail. “Mammy, I guess mother and pa is calling me.”said Scarlett, “Did you get any message from Rett?” “You know, Miss Scarlett, Mr. Butler loves you, but he is so busy and ...” Mammy murmured. “I understand. Could you please give me a parper and send a letter for me then?”Scarlett struggled from the bed and starting to write a letter. She was too weak to write a letter, so it just read that “My dear Rhett, this time I need you be aside me so much, will you come back? Love you so, Scarlett.” Four days later, at Tara. Rehtt rushed into the house only to see mammy was sitting in the dinning rom. “Oh, Mr. Butler! Mr. Butler!” she cried. Rett caught her by the arms “Where is Scarlett?” “Miss Scarlett--”she said and stopped. “Where is she?” “Miss Scarlett died yesterday.” Rhett felt his way down the wide dark hall which, even in its blackness, was as familiar as his own mind. He looked around the similar house, as if he heard Scarlett was hiding somewhere and waiting to jump out like a little girl who had just finishied her tricks and said “Rhett, I know you’ll come back! I always do.” But there was nothing. Silent. He stood up and run into their bedroom. Scarlett was laying on the bed, looked like she was fall asleep. Rhett hold her hands tightly and wispered “My darling, I’m back. It’s time to wake up.” Of course no one answered him. He kissed Scarlett at her forehead, and tears went down “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think of that you are really sick and I …” He cried out and stopped. When the sky was totally dark, Rhett came out from the room and mammy could smell the whisky on his breath. “Mammy, prepare the funeral tomorrow morning please.” He said. This time, it seemed that he took the death of his beloved woman more quickly. But mammy knew that this time Mr. Butler was totally collapsd. Three years after Scarlett’s death. There was a man and a pretty horse standing on the land of Tara. The red sunshine cast on them and the wind heard them talking. “Scarlett, ” touching the fur of the pretty horse, “look at the land you have treasured so much, I’ll stay with it the rest of my life like I stayed with you.”
