Curing the Blues with a New Pair of Shoes by Dixie Cash

Author:Dixie Cash
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-05-24T22:00:00+00:00

Debbie Sue watched with a dubious eye as Avery used her foot to push against the vanity table and pulled it back just in time to keep it from interfering with her ride on the Styling Station’s hydraulic chair. The woman was on her fourth or fifth Bloody Mary. Edwina had gone home to pick up some snacks.

Avery pointed toward the front door with her empty Bloody Mary glass. “Are you ’ware there are hundreds of Elvis impersonators on the other side of that door?”

“Yeah,” Debbie Sue answered, holding a fresh pitcher of Bloody Marys in her hand. Now she was doing nothing more than playing hostess. She had stopped after the first Bloody Mary, after she saw Avery gulp down two and show no sign of curtailing her thirst.

“I need this reshipee,” Avery said.

“I’ll write it down.” But Debbie Sue made no move to find a pen and paper. “I don’t use that bottled premix shit, you know. I fix it one ingredient at a time. It takes a little longer, but it’s worth it.” Setting the pitcher down on her styling counter, she glanced at the front door. Babysitting Avery was becoming a burden. And since, in reality, they were strangers, she didn’t know what to expect from the woman. She had already surprised her by drinking a whole pitcher of Bloody Marys. “Wonder what’s taking Ed so long?”

“Is she really bringing back some armadillo eggs?”

“Uh, yeah,” Debbie Sue said, watching Avery in the mirror. “That’s what she said.”

“You know, I didn’t even know armadillos laid eggs.” Avery leaned forward with her empty glass outstretched.

Instead of filling the glass again, Debbie Sue sank to the chair next to Avery and turned herself to face the mirror. She picked up a hairbrush and began brushing her own long hair. “Why don’t you wait ’til she gets back with the peppers. If you think those Bloody Marys are good now, you won’t believe how good they taste with Vic’s famous snacks.”

Avery’s nose scrunched into a frown. “Peppers? I thought she said she was bringing armadillo eggs.”

“Hell, girl,” Debbie Sue said turning to face her guest, “armadillo eggs are peppers, jalapeno peppers stuffed with some cheese shit that Vic makes up. You must know less about cooking than I do.”

“I don’t cook. I don’t drink, either.” She extended her empty glass again.

“I can see that,” Debbie Sue said and poured the glass only a quarter full.

“I do like these Bloody Marys though.” She started to reach for the pitcher, but the back door opened and Edwina appeared carrying a platter wrapped in clear plastic wrap.

“I told you I thought we had some left over,” Edwina said triumphantly. “Wait’ll you taste these, Avery. You’ll wonder how you ever lived without them. My honey is a helluva cook.” Edwina stripped off the plastic covering and placed the platter on the station counter in front of Avery.

Avery eyed the platter, but made no move to pick up one of the peppers. “Are they hot?”

“Depends on what you call hot,” Edwina answered.

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