"Frankly my dear, I ain't Frank"
I was thinking yesterday about Gone With the Wind, mostly about the ending. You know: Rhett's finally had it, "Frankly Scarlett, I don't give a damn." "Fiddle dee dee, I'll just go back to Tara." You know the bit. A sequel was written by another author, but it wasn't that great. I don't know, I just keep thinking, what would Scarlett really have done after that? I'd love to hear your ideas. Here's what I came up with:
Scarlett does indeed go back to Tara. She fixes the place, throwing a ball to recapture the days of her youth, but everyone hates her and no one shows up. However, Ashely, who's a widower now, fixes up his old family home, and tries to get Scarlett to fall in love with him again. She says no, no, I hate men, leave me alone you scoundrel! He makes up a lie to tell her Rhett has taken up with a woman in New York, and Scarlett goes there to see for herself. She buys a brownstone near Central Park where she can keep tab on the whereabouts of Rhett, but slowly realizes he's not chasing skirts, but caught up in a money fraud connected with the government—though he's innocent. One night they have a heated (in many ways) reunion and he confesses that he still loves her—just then bullets start flying and Scarlett must save both of their lives. Rhett tells her to go back to Tara where she belongs! but she can't until she can figure out why the gov is trying to kill her man. A bullet pierces her dress-front, but a bone in her corset ricochets the bullet off into space and . . .
Okay, this is getting bad. Did you really read all that? I'll have to think about the ending. Hope you're having a beautiful day.