Widow–9th of AV
Rhett Butler pays a pretty penny to have Scarlett dance with him.
“150 dollars in gold for Mrs. Charles Hamilton!”
The crowd is stunned. Mouths gasped open as elderly women fan themselves and grab smelling salts.
Widows don’t dance with men. Widows mourn. They wear dark colors and go about with their heads bowed, but not Katie Scarlett. She is ready to dance a hundred steps.
“She’ll never agree to it,” the auctioneer bellows.
“Oh, yes, I will!” she screamed.
“I am going to dance, and dance! Why I wouldn’t mind dancing with Abe Lincoln himself.”
But a true widow, a woman who loved her husband, and knew him intimately, year after year, becoming more and more one with him, would have found no dance in her feet. No joy or gleam in her eyes. Her sorrow could not be exchanged for gold or dancing with the most handsome man in the room.
