CHAPTER LXII
SHE HEARD whispering voices outside, and going to the door she saw the frightened n*****s standing in the back hall, Dilcey with her arms sagging under the heavy weight of the sleeping Beau, Uncle Peter crying, and Cookie wiping her wide wet face on her apron. All three looked at her, dumbly asking what they were to do now. She looked up the hall toward the sitting room and saw India and Aunt Pitty standing speechless, holding each other's hands and, for once, India had lost her stiff-necked look. Like the n*****s, they looked imploringly at her, expecting her to give instructions. She walked into the sitting room and the two women closed about her.
Oh, Scarlett, what—"began Aunt Pitty, her fat, child's mouth shaking.
"Don't speak to me or I'll scream," said Scarlett. Overw
