Free miss fortune mystery (ff) - targed by the tempest by j l johnson Page A

Woodstock, so here’s your chance to see two of the original performers at one concert. It’s supposed to be a day-long event. We’d have to stay over.”
    “If it was CCR, I’d think about it,” Ida Belle chuckled.
    “Creedence Clearwater Revival, right dear? Aren’t they the band who sings that song about the bayou?”
    “That’s the one, the song about being born down here.”
    “You do realize that band is from California, don’t you dear?”
    “They may be from California but they’ve got the right ideas about life down here... Hell, life in general. They also wrote Fortunate Son and Proud Mary; they supported those of us who served, even though they were against the war. They got it, not like some of those other hippy-dippy bands who blamed us for just doing our jobs!” Ida Belle exclaimed.
    She’d gotten herself so riled up, she was pulling at her hair, which now stuck out from her head in stiffly coiled springs. “Now see what you’ve gone and made me do?” Ida Belle was picking at the curls with her fingers, and making the sticky mess even worse.
    She turned to level her best glare at Gertie. “That was the end of that can of hair spray! I can’t go to church like this tomorrow. C’mon, we have to get to Walter’s before he closes. He better have my White Rain!” Ida Belle gritted her teeth as she reached for a sun hat to cover her hair. “Well, are you coming, or not?”
    “Oh, yes dear. I think that’s a good idea. We can ask him about the concert while we’re there,” Gertie smiled serenely, folding the paper carefully and sticking it in her purse. She then plucked her purse from the table and followed her, “I bet he’d love to go, he’s always up for a road trip.”
     
    “This is the concert I’m talking about,” Gertie said. She folded the paper over to the full-page advertisement for ‘ZZ Top's First Annual Texas Sized Rompin' Stompin' Barn Dance and BBQ,’ while Ida Belle went in search of her White Rain. “Not a single comma in whole sentence,” she marveled, shaking her head as she looked up at him. “It’s almost painful to read.”
     
    They were Walter’s only customers, so she had most of his divided attention. He was listening to her but she noticed his eyes followed Ida Belle’s every move. Gertie could almost tell exactly where Ida Belle was just by watching his eyes, it was fascinating. The man still has it bad , Gertie pondered to herself.
    She’d thought Walter had given up on his quest to be Ida Belle’s beau, but she decided she might need to rethink that thought. Maybe she just hadn’t been paying attention... He was every bit as stubborn as Ida Belle. What a frightening couple they’d make if Ida Belle ever admitted she returned his feelings , she thought, and Gertie was fairly certain she did.
     
    “You never stop being a teacher, huh Gertie?” Walter chuckled, turning his eyes back to her.
    “It’s in a newspaper, for crying out loud,” Gertie replied, “I know they have editors who work there, so how did that sentence get published?”
    “I’ll bet they probably inserted the ad as it was, and an editor never even saw it,” Walter mused.
    “Damn it! You moved it again! Which isle is my hair spray in now Walter?” Ida Belle asked, raising her voice and sounding very irritated when she couldn’t locate it on her own.
    “It’s over in isle two, by the other hair stuff, you know, by the shampoos,” he yelled back at her and then turned back to Gertie. “The concert’s in Austin?” Walter asked. “That would mean staying overnight, right?”
    “Yes, the concert’s on Sunday, I guess because of the holiday. We could leave Friday afternoon or even Saturday morning. Saturday works best for me. Anyway, I looked up the route this morning. We can take Highway 90 all the way to Houston and 290 from Houston to Austin. Eight hours or so.” Gertie was almost jumping up and down, she was so excited.
    “It says here, tickets are only