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Show 23, Jeffries, Islamorada "A lamplighter. . ." "Seriously, now-" "A gondolieri. A skating bear in the Moscow circus." He wondered what had happened to that weeping, terrified baby Iphicles of long ago. In all fairness Hera's snakes had had no business with him. * * * Somebody would play something by Porter Wagonner or the Statler Brothers and he'd remember the substitute teacher. "Four years I sub in this school district, outta my warm bed on the worst days, and it's 'Who are you today, and who are you today." "Yes," Dorian had agreed, "as if you had to put on their heavy wooden faces. I'm afraid substitute teachers are second-class citizens." "And don't you think once in all that time they'd find a good position for me. . .?" "I think you should be out selling, maybe at the downtown Cadillac dealership. . ." That fantastic combination of good-looking and dumb, still if you could give her a little formula, or a program. . . The day she came for Spanish he realized he'd had enough of Benjamin Franklin Goodrich Junior High. |
