Title: Remember, Mother?
Author: Callista Loveday
Timeline: Okay, this is after Scarlett. If you didn't read Scarlett, Scarlett marries Rhett and they live in Ireland with a daughter named Cat. That's basically it.

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Cat pulled the covers around her tightly, and smiled the little, secret smile that had been inherited by her mother. I just can't believe it's so late. God, it seems like I've only been asleep for an hour. But, Cat knew that it was her own fault. She stayed up all night with Ella, despite the obvious age difference, chatting.
She looked at the blanket on her bed. It was a thin, gauzy material, with a thick black thread sewed into it. Her smooth, slender fingers traced the thread.

Mother, remember? I sure do. I realized you were nervous that afternoon when you got married to Daddy. I don't remember too much, but you looked so beautiful coming down that aisle all dressed in white. The way the black stood out in your hair.. I had never been more proud to be your daughter. Father had the mischievous look in his eyes- And he winked at me, standing beside, for I had already come down as a flower girl. Then, I saw you both read your vows, and when you had to look away because of the tears in your blue eyes I knew Father was thinking: 'Getting a soft spot?'. I found out afterwards you felt bad because your son and daughter couldn't be there. I wouldn't of understood then because I was little. But I understood how much it meant to you after the reception was over, and you sat down across from me at the dining room table. The blanket, the one with the gauzy material and pretty thread, was handed to me. I felt how light it was in my hands. "But, it isn't satin or silk," I said haughtily. The look on your face was like I had just slapped you. "I made it myself." she dignantly. I felt horrible at what I had said.

Cat stretched her long legs and swung out of bed. The loud noise it caused made Ella bang on the wall seperating their rooms. Surveying herself in the mirror, she nodded in approval. She had inherited her mother's bouncy, wavy hair and eyes, but was tall with gangly long limbs. Ella envied her in every way.. In fact, she would never forget the day she had first eyes on her new sister.

Mom, remember how I was excited when I heard the news that we were moving away from Ireland and to Ameica. I would have a brother and sister, that were older and would take care of me. I was nine years old, and the year before you had had a little boy named Frank. Dad laughed when he picked out the name, and I had joined in for that name even though I didn't know the story behind it. You were angry, your eyes flashing like they sometimes do.
I'm getting off the point, aren't I? Anyway, when we made it to Tara, I jumped out the car and into Aunt Suellen's wide-spread arms. But when Ella saw me, the first look of joy on her face was replaced by jealousy. I asked her that night what happened to Beau, and she broke down. She told you and I how Beau had been shot at a bar- Because a Yankee was making fun of his accent.
I never liked it when you and Daddy went out at night- Suellen directed her anger of her sister at me, and Will seemed to be the only one that stood up for me.

Cat threw on some clothes in the closet, trying not to look at the black funeral frock in the back, which she had only worn once:

I was awake, too, Mother, when Will burst open the door that night when I was 13. You thought I was in my room, but I sneaked out to peer out in the hallway. It was the first time since the wedding I saw you cry. Although I couldn't hear the conversation, I was shocked to see you leaning against Aunt Suellen. But I knew what had happened when you fingered the picture of Father. I cried, sinking to my knees in anguish. Ella then came to comfort me, and told me everything she felt during all those years of neglection. A week later, you, Ella, and I moved out of Tara forever and lived at a small, quaint house in Atlanta, not caring about the socail status of the house. I think you were never the same again, all because of Father's recklessness. I would stay up every night for years afterward, wondering what would of happened if Father had been safe, and not driven through the bad side of town just because he was late at home. Do you remember that day, Mother? Do you?

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