"And when an affair was over, she left a man dazed, and wobbly, and squinty-eyed like some wrung-out old gas station dog --- all spindly legs and dry heaves, sometimes trying to stand in the shadow of his former self, but mostly just staring disinterested into the hot delta sun. This is what is known in the South as 'Being Belled.' "
"She had one of those guilty smiles, where the corners of the mouth turned upward just in time to keep the lips quiet --- leaving a man to wonder if she'd wrecked his car, slept with his best friend, or given all his clothes to the Salvation Army."
"Yesterday, in my mind's eye, I saw four women standing on a verandah in white gauzy dresses and straw colored hats. They were having a conversation, and it was hot --- their hankies tucked in cleavages where eternal trickles of perspiration run from the female breast bone to exotic vacation spots that Southern men often dream about. They were sweet smelling, coy, cunning, voluptuous, voracious, delicious, pernicious, vexing and sexing --- these earth sister rebel mothers, these arousers and carousers. And I was filled with a longing to join them. But like a whim of Scarlett's, they turned suddenly and went inside, shutting me out with the bolt of a latch. And I was left only to pick up an abandoned handkerchief and savor the perfumed shadows of these women. These Southern women. This Suzanne, this Julia, this Mary-Jo and Charlene. Thanks for the comfort. "
---Dash Goff, the Writer
A tribute to a Hell of a Belle and one Classy Lady...Dixie Cater
http://omg.yahoo.com/news/designing-women-star-dixie-carter-dies-at-70/38985
