Which Reminds Me

Yes, I see that you wish to stage some sort of “Gone with the Wind” scenario in which I am to cry and bemoan my fate in the role of Scarlett, thus to cry out in despair, “What am I going to do?” after being abandoned by Rhett Butler, thus tominvite his further contempt: “Frankly my dear ....” Except that this role does not fit me at all. I feel myself utterly indifferent to the dreary bores of Atlanta. I doubt that I would ever go there just to be thus insulted. Perhaps you have mistaken me for Sharon, whose conniving ways are more clearly in view than ever, thank you very much. Is Sharon angling to kiss Ted’s butt? Your guess would be as good as mine in this matter.