@@@@@Scarlett opened her lips obediently "That's
@@@@@Scarlett opened her lips obediently
"That's a good girl, take another little sipNo, I don't want to see
no ugly screwed-up face like thatDon't you know if you make that
kind of face it's liable to stick? Then what'll you do? A pretty
little girl turned ugly
You going to drink this good hot milk and medicine if it takes all
weekI'll stir some more sugar in it No, it
wasn't Mammy's voiceSo close, so nearly the same, but not the
same
Weak tears seeped from the corners of Scarlett's closed eyes
For a minute she'd thought she was home, at Tara, with Mammy
tending
herShe forced her eyes to open, to focusThe black woman bending
over her smiledHer smile was beautiful
"There, now, ain't that just what I told them? What this little girl
need, I say, is a hot brick in her bed and a mustard plaster on her
chest and old Rebekah rubbing out the chill from her bones, with a
milk
toddy and a talk with Jesus to finish the cureI done talk with Jesus
while I rub, and He bring you back like I knowed He wouldLord, I
tell Him, this ain't no real work like Lazarus, this here is just a
little girl feeling poorlyIt won't hardly take a minute of Your
everlasting time to cast Your eye this way and bring her back"He
done so, and I'm going to thank HimSoon's you finish drinking your
milkCome on, honey, there's two fresh spoons of sugar in itYou don't want to keep Jesus waiting for Rebekah to say
thank
You, do you? That don't set too well in HeavenThe sweetened milk tasted better than anything
she'd
tasted in weeksWhen it was all gone she rubbed her mouth with the
back of her hand to erase the milk mustache"I'm mighty hungry,
Rebekah, could I have something to eat?" The big black woman
nodded
"Just a second," she s