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But by ten o’clock, the Westerner was bursting at the seams. Nearly all the single women and couples had left, and the bar was starting to look like a men’s club.
Feeling stupid, Sandy went into the ladies’ room and took off the garter. She wrapped it in a paper towel and stuffed it behind the toilet tank in the back stall. Squaring her shoulders, she walked back out into the bar.
At first, it didn’t seem to make a difference, but within twenty minutes Sandy saw fewer men staring at her. In an hour, enough men had left that couples could get in to dance to the live band that Kent brought in on weekends. Sandy ’s tips went down, but her spirits rose.
She thought about leaving the garter where it was, but in the end she shoved it in her skirt pocket before she left. Kent, who had ignored her all evening, looked up as she crossed the room. He seemed to be thinking about saying something, but she waved and made it out the door before he spoke.
It was nearly three a.m. by the time Sandy got home. She kicked off her shoes, drank a big glass of water, flopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and fell asleep.
She dreamed about her sister, Cheryl, but in the dream she turned into somebody else and found herself in a heated argument.
“He was go
The other woman, if sixteen years can make a woman, smiled slyly at her.
“Where’d ya put ’em, Nancy? Where?” Sandy felt a stabbing pain in her back and reached around awkwardly to rub her spine. Does pregnancy really feel this bad?
“Whatever do you mean, cousin Rosea
“I made them garters, and you knows it. I ’broidered his name and mine, and I done all the carryin’ on like grandmam taught me. They’re mine, and no good can come from your thievin’ of ’em.” Rosea
In a very low voice, Nancy said, “I took your name off them garters, Rosea
She looked around for the nearest chair and fell into it. Nancy ’s smooth brow creased. “You look awful red, cousin. Lemme go get your mama.”
She was too tired even to protest. She whispered, “I thought I could make it right. I thought, ’cause I loved Johnse, that I could make everybody stop fighting. The magic worked on Johnse. He loved me.” She sucked in air like there suddenly wasn’t enough. “I thought I could work magic on his papa, Devil Anse. Maybe stop the feud.” She felt herself sliding off the chair and came to rest on the hard mud floor, gloriously cool against her face. “I shoulda put the feud first, ahead of Johnse. It ain’t never gonta stop now. That fool girl broke my magic, I don’t know what’ll happen.”
Her ears rang, and she closed her eyes. The ringing continued, and Sandy woke to the answering machine taking a message from somebody selling something.
She sat up, blinking in daylight. Slowly she reached into her skirt and pulled out the wadded paper towel. She unwrapped the garter and set it on the coffee table. After a while, she went and got the other one. She examined them inch by inch, inside and out, but didn’t find anything that looked like lettering, just a few tiny needle holes where, maybe, thread had fallen or been picked out. She grabbed the phone and called Blue Ridge Bazaar with a few questions for Re
When she’d finished telling him about wearing the garters and about her dream, McCoy didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Hello?” Sandy said.
“You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?” His voice sounded uncertain.
“I’m not a liar, Mr. McCoy.” Sandy thought she was calm, but her voice shook.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… Does the name McCoy mean anything to you?”
“Doctor, classic Trek.” She thought again. “And the real McCoy, whatever that means.”
“Nothing else?”
She thought hard. “The Hatfields and the McCoys. Hillbillies. They didn’t like each other much.”
She heard a sigh, probably over the word ’hillbillies. ’ Oh well, it’s said now.
“In 1880, Rosea
Sandy looked at the garters, blue satin gleaming in the morning sun. She picked them up, so light, so lovely to be so dangerous.
“Over the next ten years, thirteen people died in the feud, including Rosea
“What about the baby, Johnse’s baby?” Sandy remembered being pregnant in the dream.
“Rosea
“And I’ve got her garters,” Sandy said. She stroked the smooth satin and thought about Rosea
“Yes, I guess you do.” She heard regret in his voice. “What are you going to do with them? I mean, it’s none of my business, but if you don’t want them, I’d be hap-”
“Well, I’ll have to find something else for my sister, but I plan to keep them.”
She heard McCoy sigh. “Just be careful.”
Sandy laughed. “Worried that I’ll use my powers for evil instead of good, Mr. McCoy?”
He didn’t laugh, but she thought he might be smiling when he said, “Excuse me, your ‘powers’?”
“I really don’t know what use these things are, other than the obvious. I’ll keep them safe, though.” Sandy wondered, “Do you have any other family heirlooms in your store, Mr. McCoy?” Wouldn’t it be great if he did, she thought. I’d love to see what else the McCoy women might have conjured up.
“Call me Re
Sandy thought fast. “I’m going to be traveling soon, and I might be coming your way. If there are other things Rosea
“Do you know when you’ll be in Kentucky?” he said slowly. She definitely heard a smile in his voice this time.
“Not exactly. But you might want to keep an eye out for a woman in stockings.”