Beau’s cousin, Kate, was a flirt to the nth degree. She flirted outrageously with her husband, with Vin, with the hostess, the waiter, and the bartender that the waiter dragged over to meet “our local celebrity.” She signed half a dozen autographs—including one on a hastily chugged bottle of I.D.B.—and on a dare, rode the mechanical bull for almost twelve seconds before falling off. She went off to the ladies to fix her hair—and her dress, which had gotten rucked up like crazy in her ride—and when she came back, her eyes were sparkling with manic glee.
“Well, that’s certainly not your usual after-wedding entertainment,” she said, throwing herself into the booth seat next to her husband. “So, have they yet discovered vegetables in western Tennessee, or—”
“They have cheese fries,” Beau sug
