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@@@@@Scarlett nearly laughed at the scene Luke
and Cat pr Cat was totally absorbed in the delicate business of cutting
off top of her boiled egg without shattering it; Fenton was watching
with equal concentration
Suddenly, without warning, desperate grief drove Scat’ amusement
away
Those dark eyes watching Cat should be not Luke’s! Rhett should be
the one fascinated by his daughter, R1 the one to share her breakfast
egg, Rhett the one to walk beside matching his pace to her small
steps
Painful longing carved a hollow in Scarlett’s breast where heart should
be, and anguish-so long held at bay-flooded in fill itShe ached for
Rhett’s presence, for his voice, for his loveIf only I’d told him
about Cat before it was too late If I’d stayed in CharlestonCat tugged at Scarlett’s sleeve”Are you going to eat your
Momma? I’ll open it for you
“Thank you, darling,” said Scarlett to her childDon’t be a she said
to herselfShe smiled at Cat, and at the Earl of What was past was
past, and she had to think about the lutL have a suspicion you’re going
to have another yolk to eat, Scarlett laughedCat said goodbye and
ran outdoors after breakfast, but stayed”Bring more coffee,” he told
the maid, without her”Tell me about your daughter,” he said to
Scarlett”She only likes the white of the egg,” Scarlett answered, to
mask her worryWhat should she tell him about Cat’s father?
Suppose
Luke asked his name, how he died, who he wasBut Fenton asked
only
about Cat
“Now old is this remarkable daughter of yours, Scarlett?” Ne
professed
astonishment when told that Cat was barely four, asked if she was
always so self-possessed, if she had always been precocious, if she
was
very high-strung Scarlett warmed to his genuine interest and talked
until her throat was raw about the marvels of Cat O’hara”You should
see her on her pony, Luke, she rides better than I do-or you And
she climbs everything like a monkeyThe painters had to pluck her off
their ladders She knows the woods as well as any fox, and she has
a
built-in compass, she never gets lost ‘Nigh-strung’? There’s not a
nervous bone in her bo

@@@@@At his feet were a box of flares and a flare gunHe picked it up and broke open the breech quietly, loaded it, and cocked itThen he set it down beside him
A few shells murmured overhead and began to fallHe was a little surprised at how near they landed to the other side of the riverNot more than a few hundred yards away, the noise of their explosion was extremely loud; a few pieces of shrapnel lashed the leaves on the trees above himHe broke off a stalk from a plant and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly and reflectivelyHe guessed that the weapons platoon of A Company had fired, and he tried to determine which trail at the fork would lead to them in case he had to pull back his menNow he was patient and at ease; the danger of their position neutralized the anticipation for some combat he had felt earlier, and he was left cool and calm and very tired
The mortar shells were falling perhaps fifty yards in front of the platoon at his left, and Croft spat quietlyIt was too close to be merely harassing fire; someone had heard something in the jungle on the other side of the river or they would never have called for mortars so close to their own positionHis hand explored the hole again and discovered a field telephoneCroft picked up the receiver, listened quietlyIt was an open line, and probably confined to the platoons of A CompanyTwo men were talking in voices so low that he strained to hear them
“Walk it up another fifty and then bring it back
“You sure there’re Japs?”
“I swear I heard them talking
Croft stared tensely across the riverThe moon had come out, and the strands of beach on either side of the stream were shining with a silver glowThe jungle wall on the other side looked impenetrable
The mortars fired again behind him with a cruel flat soundHe watched the shells land in the jungle, and then creep nearer to the river in successive volleysA mortar answered from the Japanese side of the river, and about a quarter of a mile to the left Croft could hear several machine guns spattering at each other, the uproar deep and irregularCroft picked up the phone and whistled into it”Wilson,” he whispe

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How can I not fret? Scarlett wanted to shoutMy life is ruined, and
I don’t know what to doI need Rhett, and he’s goneI need you,
and
you’re leaving me, tooShe lifted her head, wiped her tears away on
her sleeve and straightened her aching shoulders
The coals in the pot-bellied stove were nearly used up, and the bucket
was emptyShe had to refill it, she had to feed the fire
The room was beginning to chill, and Mammy must be kept warm
Scarlett pulled the faded patchwork quilts up over Mammy’s frail form,
then she took the bucket out into the cold darkness of the yardShe
hurried toward the coal bin, wishing she’d thought to put on a shawl
There was no moon, only a crescent sliver lost behind a cloudThe air
was heavy with night’s moisture, and the few stars not hidden by
clouds
looked very far away and icy-brilliantThe blackness around her seemed formless,
infinite
She had rushed blindly into the center of the yard, and now she
couldn’t make out the familiar shapes of smoke-house and barn that
should be nearbyShe turned in sudden panic, looking for the white
bulk of the house she’d just leftBut it, too, was dark and
formless
No light showed anywhereIt was as if she were lost in a bleak and
unknown and silent worldNothing was stirring in the night, not a
leaf not a feather on a bird’s wingTerror plucked at her taut
nerves, and she wanted to runBut where to?
Everywhere was alien darknessScarlett clenched her teethWhat
kind
of foolishness was this? I’m at home, at Tara, and the dark cold will
be gone as soon as the sun’s upShe forced a laugh; the shrill
unnatural sound made her jumpThey do say it’s always darkest
before
the dawn, she thou

@@@@@She would have packed my things herself it would
have hurried my departure Scarlett’s eyes questioned himYes,
Rhett said, he had left CharlestonIt had been a mistake to think
that he could ever – content thereCharleston never
gets out of the of a Charlestonian, but I’ll go to visit, not to stay
he had tr;= he’d told himself that he wanted the stability of family
and But in the end, he began to feel the nagging pain where his wings
been clippedhe was earthbound, ancestorSaint
Cecilia-bound, Charleston-boundhe loved Charleston-C – how he
loved
it-its beauty and its grace and its soft-scented breezes and its
courage in the face of loss and ruinhe needed
challenge, risk, some kind of blockade to be r Scarlett breathed a
quiet sighShe hated Charleston, and was sure Cat would, too
Thank heaven Rhett wasn’t going to them back thereIn a quiet
voice,
she asked about AnneRhett was silent what seemed to her a very
long
timeThen he spoke, and hisvc! cc was heavy with sorrowShe
deserved better than me, better d2 life granted her
Anne had a quiet bravery and strength that puts every so-called hero
to
shame I was more than half crazy about that timeYou’d gone, and
no one knew where you wereI believed you were punishing me, so
to
punish you, and to prove that I didn’t care about your leaving, I got
the divorce Rhett stared into space, unseeinghe prayed he hadn’t hurt Anne, he saidNe’d
searched his memory and hissoul, and he could find no willful hurt
She
was too young, and she loved him too much, to suspect that
tenderness
and affection were only the shadows of a man’s lovinghe would
never
know what blame he should take for marrying her
One of the injustices of the world was that it was so easy to make the
innocent and caring ones happy with so littl

@@@@@Croft walked over and kicked it away
Red looked at the Japanese soldier, and for an instant their eyes metBoth men looked away, as if they had each been caught in something shamefulRed realized suddenly how weak he felt
Yet even now he could not admit any weakness to Croft”What took you guys so goddam long?” he asked
“Got down as fast as we could,” Croft said
Gallagher spoke up abruptlyHis face was white and his mouth trembled”I was gonna shoot the mother-fugger but you were in the way
Croft laughed quietly, and then said, “Ah guess we frightened him more than you, RedHe damn sure stopped running after you when he saw us
Red found himself shuddering againHe felt a grudged admiration for Croft, and with it a great deal of resentment at being in his debtFor a second or two he tried to find some way to thank him, but he could not utter the words
“I guess we might as well head back,” Red saidCroft’s expression seemed to changeA glint of excitement formed in his eyes”Why don’t you head on back, Red?” he suggested”Gallagher and me’ll follow you in a couple of minutes
Red forced himself to say, “Want me to take the Jap?” There was nothing he wanted lessHe found himself still unable to look at the soldier”Gallagher and me’ll take care of him
Red realized there was something odd about Croft at this moment”I can take him okay,” he sai

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briefly, but hugged her as thoroughly as a one694
armed man can do itIlse was holding onto me on
one side; Melinda had the other, squeezing hard
enough to hurt my ribs, but I didn’t careAs if
from a great distance, I heard the room erupt in
spontaneous applause
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look wonderfulI’m not sure I would have known
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I stepped back a little, looking at her”You look
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It seemed to me that the majority of the people in
the gallery had gathered around to watch me open
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them, Margaret Bozeman skated me a kiss from the
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@@@@@And while I am glad people have been getting richer and richer, I only caution that in the long run, it’s not how much you make, it’s how much you keep, and how many generations you keep it

So when people ask, “Where do I get started?” or “Tell me how to get rich quick,” they often are greatly disappointed with my answerI simply say to them what my rich dad said back to me when I was a little kid”If you want to be rich, you need to be financially literate

That idea was drummed into my head every time we were togetherAs I said, my educated dad stressed the importance of reading books, while my rich dad stressed the need to master financial literacy

If you are going to build the Empire State Building, the first thing you need to do is dig a deep hole and pour a strong foundationIf you are going to build a home in the suburbs, all you need to do is pour a 6-inch slab of concreteMost people, in their drive to get rich, are trying to build an Empire State Building on a 6-inch slab

Our school system, having been created in the Agrarian Age, still believes in homes with no foundationDirt floors are still the rageSo kids graduate from school with virtually no financial foundationOne day, sleepless and deep in debt in suburbia, living the American Dream, they decide that the answer to their financial problems is to find a way to get rich quick

Construction on the skyscraper beginsIt goes up quickly, and soon, instead of the Empire State Building, we have the Leaning Tower of SuburbiaThe sleepless nights return

As for Mike and me in our adult years, both of our choices were possible because we were taught to pour a strong financial foundation when we were just kids

Now, accounting is possibly the most boring subject in the worldIt also could be the most confusingBut if you want to be rich, long term, it could be the most important subjectThe question is, how do you take a boring and confusing subject and teach it to kids? The answer is, make it simpleTeach it first in pictures
My rich dad poured a strong financial foundation for Mike and meSince we were just kids, he created a simple way to teach usFor years he only drew pictures and used wor

@@@@@There he is and he can’t do a damn thing, he depends on me and I’m supposed to be able to do the jobThe whole thing was very clearIt left him frightened, and he massaged Wilson’s forehead gently, looking off into the darkness
Goldstein and Stanley were talking, and Brown turned to themWe don’t want to get him stirred up again
“Yeah,” Stanley agreed softly, without rancor at the reprimandHe and Goldstein had been talking about their children, eagerly, companionably, welded by the darkness
“You know,” Stanley went on, “we’re really missing the best part of themHere they are growing up, getting to understand things, and we’re not even there
“It’s hard,” Goldstein agreed”When I left, Davy could hardly talk, and now my wife tells me he carries on a conversation on the telephone just like an adultIt’s a little difficult to believe it
Stanley clucked his tongueI’m telling you, we’re missing the best part of themWhen they get older, it’ll probably never be the sameI remember when I started growing up, there wasn’t a thing my old man could tell meWhat a damn fool I was He said this modestly, almost sincerelyStanley had discovered that people liked him when he made confessions like that
“We’re all like that,” Goldstein agreed”I should think it’s a process of growing upBut when you get older you see things more clearly
Stanley was silent for a minute”You know I don’t care what they say, you can’t beat it, being married His body was stiff, and he turned over carefully in his blanke

@@@@@Then he said he was too tired to open hispresents, and
he went back to his roomI wanted to wring his scrawny neck!”
Maureen
O ‘Hara rocked back and forth, laughing with delight”I don’t see
what’s so funny,” Scarlett said”He was mean and rude She was
disappointed in Jamie’s wifeShe’d expected sympathy, not
amusement
But of course you see, Scarlett
It’s the roguishness of it allYour poor old aunts plotting their
hearts out to please him, and himself sitting in his nightshirt like a
wee toothless babe, plotting against them
I’ve always had a weak spot in my heart for the deviltry of a rascal
I can see him now, sniffing the dinner to come and making his plans
“And don’t you know he’s got that man of his sneaking in all those
wonderful dishes for him to eat his fill behind his closed door? The
old rascalIt does make me laugh, the clever wickedness of him
Maureen’s laughter was so contagious that Scarlett finally joined in
She’d done the right thing, coming to Maureen’s neverlocked kitchen
door after the disastrous birthday dinner”Let’s have our own piece
of cake, then,” said Maureen comfortably”You’re in practice,
Scarlett, cut it for us; it’s under that towel there on the dresser
Cut some extra slices, too, the young ones will be home from school
before longI’ll be brewing some fresh tea Scarlett had just
seated herself near the fire with cup and plate when the door flew
open
with a bang and five young O ‘Haras invaded the quiet kitchenShe
recognized Maureen’s redhaired daughters Mary Kate and HelenThe
little boy, she soon learned, was Michael O ‘Hara; the two younger
girls were his sisters Clare and PegAll of them had dark curly hair
that needed combing, darklashed blue eyes, and grubby little hands
that
Maureen told them to wash at once”But we don’t need clean hands,”
Michael argued, “we’re going to the cowshed to play with the pigs
“Pigs live in the pigpen,” said tiny Peg with a self-important air

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Jack fumbled open the door, leaned out, and
vomitedI’d thought the smell of the jungle
(that’s what it was once you were a mile past El
Palacio) was strong in the car, but what came
rolling in with the door open was ten times
headier, thick and green and viciously aliveYet
I did not hear a single bird calling in that mass
of junk foliageThe only sound was Jack losing
his breakfastAt last he collapsed back against
the seatHe thought I looked like a snowbird
again? That was sort of funny, because on that
early afternoon in mid-April, Jack Cantori was as
pale as March in MinnesotaInstead of twenty-one,
he looked a sickly forty-fiveIt must have been
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the tuna salad, Ilse had said, but it hadn’t been
the tunaSomething from the sea, all right, but
not the tuna
“I’m sorry,” he said”I don’t know what’s wrong
with meThe smell, I guess – that rotten jungle
smell-” His chest hitched, he made a gurk sound
deep in his throat, and leaned out the door again
That time he missed his hold on the steering wheel,
and if I hadn’t grabbed him by the collar and
yanked him back, he would have gone sprawling
face-first into his own whoop
He leaned back, eyes closed, face wet with sweat,
panting rapidly
“We better take him back to El Palacio,” Wireman
said”I don’t like to lose the time – hell, I
don’t like to lose him – but this shit ain’t
right
“As far as Perse’s concerned, it’s exactly right,”
I saidNow my bad leg was itching almost as much
as my armIt felt like electricity”It’s her
little poison beltHow about you, Wireman? How’s
your gut?”
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“Fine, but my bad eye – the one that used to be
bad – is itching like a bastard, and my head’s
kind of hummingProbably from that damn radio
“It’s not the radioAnd the reason it’s getting
to Jack and not to us is because we’ve beenSort of ironic, isn’t
it?”
Behind the wheel, Jack groa