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A new day. A new life continues. 

“Rosie says that she’ll see you’all later.”  Rosie barked like she usually did when Bellex says her name.  I glanced over and saw both of them getting ready to leave the apartment.  Belle had on cutoffs and a cutoff grey striped tee shirt and Rosie had on her pink and grey studded collar.  Both had pink and grey ribbons in their hair.  Rosie was also pink haired for the day.

“Have fun,” I said automatically.  It was Memorial Day and Belle had been planning on being a “Daughter”.  I didn’t see any flags but she had told me last night that they were going to plant flags for the “fallen flowers of the South”.  She was into being a Southern Belle, with capitals, since we came to Charleston and she decided that she must be the reincarnation of such a Belle who had been ravaged in the War of Secession.

Last week she was still deciding if she was a Georgia Peach or just Belle of the South.  I guess  “Belle” won out.

I’m pretty sure she didn’t know any Civil War history, hadn’t a clue about slavery, hadn’t read any books on the subject, but she had, as she told me, seen Gone With the Wind more than once. 

As I once read, she might be in error but never in doubt!