They looked full of
windIt's going to get colder, she thought automaticallyI'd better
find something warm to wear this afternoon at the burial
She turned toward homeThe sloping pasture looked steeper than she
rememberedShe had to get back to the house and tidy
herselfShe owed it to Mammy to look neatMammy had always
fussed
when she looked messyScarlett swayed on her feetShe must have
been as tired as this sometime before in her life, but she couldn't
rememberShe was too tired to rememberI'm tired of funerals, I'm
tired of death, I'm tired of my life falling away, a piece at a time,
and leaving me all aloneThe graveyard at Tara was not very large
Mammy's grave dolce