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Show 76, Jeffries, Islamorada "Usually Aunt Ruth will call for them," Row had said, "but if they get excited the little people will jockey it out into the traffic. Dad keeps up his license, even though twice they've been pulled over from behind, understandably mistaken for grade school joyriders. And if you can picture their concern, and the temptation of my car having been left. . ." It was the Munchkins in the car. At the end of that week with the running joke between Dory and Row about the flasher who had stepped out of an alley by the old Anthony Wayne Hotel at them. So naturally, with her father and mother coming up the hall to tell him that she'd fallen out of a tree he's doing a Chinese fire drill around the wide bed of his studio apartment to get down to the raincoat and old shoes. And when he heard the small sharp knock down near the lock he popped out at them and they turned in pure fright, clicking up the corridor with the faint synchronization of an Eocene horse. * * * January, now. And careless in this new snow. He'd fired up the Corvette and gone rolling down Brittain Road, in front of the coin store he noticed |