Chapter Two
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March 16 – 7pm
Itching to join the festivities, I leave my desk and the video feed to take a turn behind the bar. Pulling a Guinness or two, I joke with the old-timers that hold down the end of the counter.
"Where's your pretty blonde, McCarty?" Old Joe yells.
"Put her out to pasture, just like every good nag should be when she's run her course," I retort, garnering a hearty laugh from the patrons crowding the bar.
"Ahh, the lady tried t' tie him down. Foolish chit! Even the fae canna' tame our Em." My cousin Maggie winks before she sashays away.
I like this Maggie so much better than a certain other one! You Lost Highway readers know what I'm talking about.