available in the days before and during the contest. He had no idea when exactly Mona and Miss Virginia would arrive, and it came almost as a surprise when Mona opened the door to the room when Butcher had been sent to deliver afternoon tea. She motioned to the table in front of the window.
âPut it down over there,â she said. âAnd donât worry about pouring. I will do that for Miss Virginia.â Then, closing the door behind him, she added, âDonât you look a sight all dressed up in a uniform.â
âItâs hotter than Hades, I can tell you that,â said Butcher. âAnd it scratches like hell.â Miss Virginia stood in the corner in a simple celery-colored dress. She was as still as a mannequin in a window, but he could tell she was nervous from the way she held her hands, clasping and unclasping them in front of her.
âGood afternoon, George,â she said.
âGood afternoon, Miss Virginia. I hope you had an easy travel.â
âPleasant enough. So how are things here?â
âSome of the ladies started arriving yesterday. They ainât been going out much, though. I guess most everybody is keeping to themselves.â
âWaiting for the opening reception to make an entrance,â she said.
âI saved these for you,â he said, pulling a neatly folded stack of newspaper articles from his pocket. âThey have been writing about all of you and the contest in the paper. It gives the names of everyone who is coming. And the schedule of how the contest will run.â
âI have the schedule,â she said. âThey sent that to me last week. The names as well. But it was kind of you to go to the trouble. Who knows? Perhaps there is something here that might be of use.â
âMaybe so,â said Butcher, turning to Mona. âAnd how are you enjoying Atlanta, little miss?â
However, before Mona could reply, Virginia interjected. âI donât mean to interrupt this reunion, but it might not be appropriate for us to be receiving the colored help in our hotel room,â she said.
âI understand,â said Butcher. âBesides, I have work to do myself. Everyone here is on high alert, like when the general would come to address the soldiers. Yâall are a big deal.â He opened the door and in an exaggerated voice repeated the words that he had been told to say to all guests, âWelcome to Atlanta. If there is anything we can do to assist you in your stay, please let one of the staff know.â
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After George closed the door, Virginia motioned to Mona. âPour me a cup of that tea, will you, sweetie? And put just a drop in it to help settle my nerves?â Virginia sat in the overstuffed upholstered chair by the window and began to read the clippings Butcher had brought her. She started with the most recent, which was from the Journal from the previous Sunday:
OUT AND ABOUT WITH JOCELYN
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More than a Cooking Contest:
The Best Will Rise to the Top
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By Jocelyn Hind Crowley, Society Editor
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Dear Readers,
In an event that is sure to have housewives and society mavens alike across the region buzzing like bees in a hive, this weekend brings to Atlanta one of the seasonâs most highly anticipated events: the Mystic White Flour Companyâs search for The Lady in the White Hat . Clayton Claiborne II, President of Mystic White, says he is hosting the competition to find the model of Southern womanhood, who will represent the company for the next year: âSomeone who holds the ideals of family, honor, and home as sacred.â The competition, he continues, is not just about cooking. âIt is about preserving the principles that represent us as Southerners.â Colonel Claiborne, as he is known to his friends, has spared no expense in mounting the contest, opening the doors to his grand Plantation House Hotel for the ladies and specially invited guests, including yours
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations