And now Miss Emily had gone to join the representatives of those august names where they lay in the cedar-bemused cemetery among the ranked and anonymous graves of Union and Confederate soldiers who fell at the battle of Jefferson.
Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary obligation upon the town, dating from that day in 1894 when Colonel Sartoris, the mayor--he who fathered the edict that no Negro woman should appear on the streets without an apron-remitted her taxes, the dispensation dating from the death of her father on into perpetuity. Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale to the effect that Miss Emily's father had loaned money to the town, which the town, as a matter of business, preferred this way of repaying.
On a tarnished gilt easel before the fireplace stood a crayon portrait of Miss Emily's father. I have no taxes in Jefferson." "But there is nothing on the books to show that, you see We must go by the--" "See Colonel Sartoris. "Show these gentlemen out." II So SHE vanquished them, horse and foot, just as she had vanquished their fathers thirty years before about the smell.
They rose when she entered--a small, fat woman in black, with a thin gold chain descending to her waist and vanishing into her belt, leaning on an ebony cane with a tarnished gold head. I have no taxes in Jefferson." "But, Miss Emily--" "See Colonel Sartoris." (Colonel Sartoris had been dead almost ten years.) "I have no taxes in Jefferson. That was two years after her father's death and a short time after her sweetheart--the one we believed would marry her --had deserted her.
I WHEN Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save an old man-servant--a combined gardener and cook--had seen in at least ten years.
but i do not consider myself clingy/ super attached. From the way you talk, dream girl is not what I get.
when i first start dating someone, i only expect to see them once a week. this guy wants to see me once every 2 weeks- that is a bit ridiculus to me. I get that you seem to go from zero to 180 when you like a guy.
If he's not good to you, you can often figure that out within the first few months. Im not going to ignore him or play hard to get, that is just stupid. So when I dated different people at the same time before I was exclusive with one of them I was playing games?
Then you just have to let him go and move on to the next. I think you might need to be a little more nonchalant in your dating habits.... If a guy doesn't meet expectations for some reason (wants a date every 2 weeks instead of every 1 week), then end it. That's an odd way to look at it -I always thought I was being smart about not putting all my eggs in one basket too fast given my goal of marriage and in hindsight - it was the smartest way to go given where it got me to.