Her Lips On His Could Tell Him

You Are A Child If You Thought I Didn’t Know, For All Your Smothering Yourself Under That Hot Lap Robe. Of Course, I Knew. Why Else Do You Think I’ve Been—” He Stopped Suddenly And A Silence Fell Between Them. He Picked Up The Reins And Clucked To The Horse.

Southerners Can Never Resist A Losing Cause.

You're Like The Thief Who Isn't The Least Bit Sorry He Stole, But Is Terribly, Terribly Sorry He's Going To Jail. - Rhett Butler

I Loved Something I Made Up, Something That's Just As Dead As Melly Is. I Made A Pretty Suit Of Clothes And Fell In Love With It. And When Ashley Came Riding Along, So Handsome, So Different, I Put That Suit On Him And Made Him Wear It Whether It Fitted Him Or Not. And I Wouldn't See What He Really Was. I Kept On Loving The Pretty Clothes—and Not Him At All.

Everywhere, Women Gathered In Knots, Huddled In Groups On Front Porches, On Sidewalks, Even In The Middle Of The Streets, Telling Each Other That No News Is Good News, Trying To Comfort Each Other, Trying To Present A Brave Appearance.