“Oh, Ashley, how you do run on,” Scarlett said.
She and Ashley had not yet noticed Aaron peeking through the doorway. It must be late in the book. Scarlett wore a garish blue-and-white outfit with an ostentatious bonnet, and Ashley had gray hair and a worn flannel shirt.
Poor Ashley, never can figure out if it’s Melanie he loves or Scarlett. And poor Scarlett – oh, the hell with poor Scarlett.
“Things didn’t turn out the way they were supposed to, did they Ashley?”
“No, but they never do. Ah, how I remember those moonlit nights at Twelve Oaks …”
On and on they went. From standing by the door to the office, eavesdropping, Aaron could see it coming – the hug. And, true to form, he looked out the main door. There they were, approaching – India Wilkes, Archie the convict, and Mrs. Elsing. Poor Mrs. Elsing, she never got enough scene time.
Aaron had to act fast and stop Scarlett and Ashley from hugging. India Wilkes would see it and tell Melanie. Aaron tried to step in the doorway to call out a warning, but some force above him reached down, slapped him in the face, and said, “Get out of my novel! You’re going to ruin the whole climax of my book.”
That was Margaret Mitchell. And before he knew it, he was back in the time machine heading home.
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