近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(54)

“Miss Scarlett, what is it？”
“Oh, Frank, I didn"t mean to let it out but I thought, of course, you knew—that she had written you—”
“Written me what？”He was trembling.
“Oh, to do this to a fine man like you！”
“What"s she done？”
“She didn"t write you？Oh, I guess she was too ashamed to write you. She should be ashamed！Oh, to have such a mean sister！”
By this time, Frank could not even get questions to his lips. He sat staring at her, gray faced, the reins slack in his hands.
“She"s going to marry Tony Fontaine next month. Oh, I"m so sorry, Frank.So sorry to be the one to tell you.She just got tired of waiting and she was afraid she"d be an old maid.”
Mammy was standing on the front porch when Frank helped Scarlett out of the buggy. She had evidently been standing there for some time, for her head rag was damp and the old shawl clutched tightly about her showed rain spots.Her wrinkled black face was a study in anger and apprehension and her lip was pushed out farther than Scarlett could ever remember.She peered quickly at Frank and, when she saw who it was, her face changed—pleasure, bewilderment and something akin to guilt spreading over it.She waddled forward to Frank with pleased greetings and grinned and curtsied when he shook her hand.