[Gone with the Wind] Parallel Time and Space

Chapter16 starts

After Scarlet woke up, Rhett talked with her.He told her jokes and trifles and kept her from talking--her voice was really hoarse.

"Mr. Butler?" Melanie was already lying in bed, and Aunt Pitty had escaped to a relative's house a week ago, so it was Prissy who was speaking. "There's Tom coming for you."

Ritter nodded, comforted Scarlett for a while, and then went downstairs. "Tom? How did you get here?"

"Mr. Butler, Miss Bell Watling is looking for you. She asked me to come." Rhett handed Tom a cigarette, but he refused.

"You're so idle. Did she say something?" Rhett lit his own.

"It's about business."

Rhett asked Tom to go back first. After smoking a cigarette, he stayed outside for a while to let the smell go, and then went upstairs.

Tom was a waiter at the Atlanta Hotel, a very honest waiter.When working hard, he is diligent and considerate to customers.He hung his sincere and real smile to let customers feel that the Atlanta Hotel regards customers as God's purpose-the hotel engraves this purpose in the lobby.But this tenet made the old Atlanta feel awkward.After all, who is capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with God?Not even by themselves.But when they really feel the purpose, they enjoy it very much.As long as the hotel doesn't say "you are God" it's fine.

Captain Butler was not called Captain Butler when he checked into their hotel, he was just a businessman, and he became "notorious" later.Tom regards "every customer must be treated equally" as his working principle. After all, he often dreams of being the lobby manager one day, so he is also responsible for Captain Butler, even though he once made himself sweep toilet for a month.

"Hey, Tom." There was a girl at the front desk named Petunia, who was from out of town, and Tom liked her looks.

"Huh?" Tom was a little nervous, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and walked towards Petunia.The entire hall echoed with their voices.Since the war began, many people had left Atlanta and returned home.

"Tom, I think I have to tell you something. I resigned and I'm leaving tomorrow." Petunia's voice was soft, scratching Tom's heart like a feather. "I'm going home, Tom. The war's coming to Atlanta. I've got to go back. Why don't you go home?"

"This is my home," said Tom.

"Here? But I think the boss will also close the door. If you really call...I can even hear the sound of shells."

"No." Tom gave Petunia a smile. "He doesn't close his doors, he welcomes all customers, even Yankees."

"how do you know?"

Tom just smiled.

But another voice answered Petunia, this voice was thick and slightly teasing: "The customer is God."

Tom turned back: "Mr. Butler."

Petunia greeted with a smile: "Good afternoon, sir."

Rhett responded to the two, and he handed the bag to Tom. "Wait for me to come back, Petunia." After Tom finished speaking, Rhett followed Rhett's footsteps and went upstairs.

"Your father is like us, Tom." The red carpet on the second floor was thick, and the sound of footsteps was dull. Rhett didn't like the sound, but liked the touch because it was soft. "But you have a choice."

"Sir...you..." Tom stopped.

"I know everything, Tom. Your father is my landlord, and you are his son. It is your father's test to be the lobby manager. And you like that girl just now." Rhett turned away from Tom's hand. Li took his bag: "But as I said, you have a choice."

Like I have a choice.

Rhett opened the door and was about to step in when Tom called him. "Sir, wait."

Rhett regretted turning his head back.A handkerchief slapped him across the face and fell from his face onto the carpet. "Bastard! What are you doing!"

"Mr. Butler, this is your handkerchief. Mrs. Hamilton asked me to hit you hard in the face." Tom met Rhett's eyes without fear this time.

"Oh." Rhett sneered, he picked up the handkerchief and found that the word RKB was indeed on the corner of the handkerchief. "So you literally smacked the handkerchief in my face 'hardly'?"

Tom nodded obediently.

"Wait, this handkerchief..." Rhett touched the tip of his nose lightly, and there was a smell of powder. "Are you sure it's from Scarlett?"

"I'm afraid no one but Scarlett will say that the handkerchief was thrown in your face, sir." Tom straightened himself, which was the one thing he saw most clearly.

"That's right..." Ritter nodded in agreement, but... "No, why did you call her Scarlett?"

Tom was a little dumb for a moment. "Sir, sir." Tom clearly saw Rhett's frown, and immediately added: "I followed you.... No, you took me away... No, sir, it wasn't on purpose... "

With a "bang", the door was shut 'hardly'.

The next day, Tom was sent to clean the toilets again.

Rhett entered the room, put the bag and handkerchief on the table, picked up the glass and drank the water inside, then went into the bedroom and changed into a shirt and coat.It was indeed too long for him to go to Bell Watling's to discuss business in the past week. It is estimated that his little baby came to him but was told by Tom where he was going.She was probably out of temper.

When Rhett finally wandered to the red brick house of Aunt Pitty, the scene before him made his heart rise in his throat.He almost fell off the horse and ran towards Scarlett who was covered in blood in the yard.She closed her eyes and leaned against the pillars in front of the house, sitting on the steps of the yard, her face was pale, and her white skirt was stained with blood, like a dead body.

"Scarlett, Scarlett..." Rhett shook her shoulders and patted her cheek.In a moment the green eyes shone brightly against Rhett's black eyes. "Rhett? I'm exhausted. Leave me alone."

"The blood on your clothes, Scarlett, are you hurt?" Scarlett buried her head in front of Ritter, unwilling to answer him any more.

Just at this time Prissy came out from the back room, and she bragged to Rhett about her ability to deliver babies, saying that she was the young master who delivered Melanie.Rhett breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood still, about a quarter of an hour, Scarlett woke up, the first thing she said was "You are willing to come here", Rhett was about to spend time coaxing, but Scarlett refused.She begged him to fetch a carriage. "We have to go, Rhett."

"You should have left a long time ago, don't worry, I'll go right away." Rhett stroked Scarlett's face carefully, and he stroked her excess hair behind her ears.Her sweat stuck to her hands, and the blood on her face stuck to her hands. "By the way, where are you going?"

"Of course it's Tara, where else can I go?"

"Tara? You're crazy, Scarlett. You heard the shells too. It fell a month ago."

"But I can't leave Melanie behind. If I could have left a month ago, I would have left. Even if Tara has fallen, I will go there!" Scarlett stood up, and stood on the steps at eye level with Rhett.

She glared at him.

"Impossible! Scarlett O'Hara. You're dying!" Rhett's black eyes were burning, but he added. "I can take you to Paris, Scarlett, haven't you always wanted to go there?"

"I'll see who can control me!"

"Then I refuse to provide you with a carriage."

"Get out of here, you bastard!" Scarlett pushed Rhett, pushing him out of the courtyard gate, and he didn't even enter the house.Scarlett couldn't believe that he, Rhett Butler, actually rode away.

"Oh!" Scarlett looked at Rhett's far away horse and squatted down and sobbed. "I drove him away... He actually left..."

The author has something to say: I finally submitted the application before twelve o'clock, but if you want to see it, it will be on the 21st. I'm really sorry.What's more, I haven't updated it in the past half month because of my exams, and I came to see it just after the holiday today, so the time is a bit rushed.This doesn't happen now that I'm on vacation.