Thursday, March 1, 2018

Meanwhile back in town

While the plans for Dixie's grand affair, Delmar's foggy memories,  and Barbara's 'research' of the town, the little world in Gallagher went on.  As it had for centuries the townspeople paid little attention to what they considered secondary troubles of the outside world and focused on the more pertinent local goings on.

Pearce Phinnigan was about finished with the restoration of Cre Uisce Aer. He spent more time in town. He found Gallagher an amusing narrative of life in the south. Pearce just wasn't sure if it was the world of Faulkner or Mitchell. He had also reached out to his cousins, hoping that whatever bad feelings there were between them could be put in the past.

Della was still getting a single rose every day or so. She had now accepted that she would not hear from her beloved Sam for a long time. Talking with Vivian, she said she felt as if she lived in the state of  Purgatory.  In one sense, she badly wanted to wait for Sam, believing he would return and their relationship would continue as it was. However, she feared the worse. If something happened to him who would even let her know. Della survived day by day, dreaming of the day he returned, hoping it was not a hopeless daydream.

The relationship between Iris and Mercer was maturing. Iris was finding her way back to the real world. She had come to the acceptance of John's death and over come her guilt of their last years together. Her talents, brains, and experience never failed to enthuse Mercer. Never did he think he would find another love. However, Iris had changed that.

Meanwhile several streets over, the Eldridge twins continued collecting gnomes. Their 'normal' eccentricities hid their continuing clandestine manufacture of prime moonshine. Now in their late 70's, who would think they had continued their illicit enterprise. 

Having never married and out lived all their known relatives, there was no one to check on them. And, much to their relief, no one to bother them either. There was speculation among the townspeople of what would happen to their wealth. Any offer of assistance was seen by the ladies as no more than a thinly veiled bid for their good graces. 

Nora told Cora one day, as they were pouring fresh grain into the hopper on the still, that she had an idea. They should make a parlor game playing with those sap suckers in their pursuit to become an heir. After all, despite the twin's efforts, it did not seem any of the fools were abandoning their pursuit. These old codgers were pretty smart. They were rarely seen in town. . After all, how long would they be able to run their very lucrative enterprise without suspicion. Better yet, who knew they had continued their trade. Few realized that they took their earlier close call with incarceration as a mere slap on the wrist. Better than that, they took there little run in with the law as blind permission to carry on.

Bunny and Mike's relationship was growing more serious. Anna Belle had long given up her dream that she could transform her only daughter into a well bred southern lady. Poor Bunny would live her life under the coat of cheap makeup and hideous red lipstick she wore everyday.  In Anna Belle's opinion, Bunny's taste in clothes ran somewhere between a low class hooker and white trash. There was no help for her teased hair. For those confused with the idea of a gene pool,  Bunny's genetic makeup made her the poster child. Anna Belle's only other thought was severe interbreeding, but being her mother, she knew that was not the case. 

The irony of Bunny's personal worth and her ownership of Ivy Lane was not lost on her mother. Besides, Anna Belle had achieved the best situation she could ever have dreamed of. Not only was she now running a lucrative business, but she had almost any man in town, of any worth, hopelessly devoted to her.

The Gentlemen's Club continued to thrive. Rather than expand, Anna Belle had decided to maintain the status quo. She had to cap the number of members in order to serve the current patrons in the style to which they had become accustom. 

The only fly in her ointment was Miranda's disappearance. At first, Anna Belle fretted over the welfare of the young lady. However as time passed, she only hoped that Miranda's fate would not lead a trail back to her. Accessory to murder was not a moniker she aspired to have. After further conversation with the Police Chief in Montgomery, Sheriff Quitman had learned that Miranda had a vile hatred of men. 

Her dismissal from the police department was due to continual reports of her abuse of male officers. She would have suffered much more severe repercussions than just a dismal, had it not been for the ego of the blue wall she worked with. After all, how many officers were willing to not only admit, but testify, that their manhood was abused, demeaned, and humiliated by this fiery red head. Some swore her ability to seduce men was second only to Medea.  

Then there was Colleen. The mysterious lady who just showed up in Gallagher. The tall woman, who dressed as if she stepped out of Vogue. Her deep smoker's voice was a siren to most men. Something about her puzzled Aunt Cordelia. Thinking herself as one who never forget someone, she couldn't place Colleen. Cordellia found her pleasant and good company at her afternoon table at the Tea Room, now a daily constitution. 

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