Charlotte's Search
It wouldn't have been my first choice, but with Charlotte tucked into the crook of Michael's arm as we watch Scarlet and her antics, I'm not complaining.
Sitting propped up with pillows, I try to read the news on my tablet, but the movie is oddly compelling. At first, I can't figure why.
Then I realise Michael is watching me. "What?" he asks.
"Just speculating," I say, watching Rhett with his "No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly..." speech, looming over the heroine in good old-fashioned movie style.
"Speculating about what?"
"Rhett Butler." I nod to the screen. "Dom?"
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