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Show 50, Jeffries, Islamorada "Okay boys this is it. I mean this is the whole season for us right here. Now if Portage was to snoot u s- well we're gonna give it our best shot and see those bids come in-the bottom line is Fairlawn Country Club versus Portage." * * * The host Griffin was about two drinks beyond good judgment. When he turned and backed his lady into Dorian Clayton. "Hi Mom, hi Dad," Diamond smiled. "You see," Griffin began, winking a damp eye at him, and elbowing him in the floating ribs. "You see where she gets those jugs, don't you?" Yes Mrs. Griffin of course, Dorian looked back at him silently and blankly, but this is not necessarily Diamond's prime selling point. "Griff, please." "Lane Constance Revere, her maiden name was, I can show you the yearbook-sweater-girl of 1947." "He always likes to tell that story-" But what the story was, Dory didn't get to hear, as the Griffins waved to the Seiberlings and moved half-rudely on, though more than once over the course of the evening he caught her worrying look at him, the sweater-girl of 1947 with her high, nervous Afghan-hound eyes. |
