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Show 78, Jeffries, Islamorada room. Diamond sitting as if placed in a lit arched window, her hands, trim long fingers spreading to say, 'See, I told you so. . .' And on the phone she had warned, "Sure, deary, come over if you want to, but I don't see how I can even get out of the house. . ." So while the bug-eyes of the Chevrolet snapped shut and the car began to chill he sat stupidly in the drifts, till he saw her trailing down through a tower, a succession of lights, movement in the drapes, Diamond beckoning, come. A stillness in the great firs. Dory sprints across the Griffin yard on the crust of old snow to the massive, feudal door, above, a light on, a window wastefully open, the old man yelling down, "Don't let her out-she's in heat!" He couldn't recall, did they even have a cat? Then, startling him, she'd thrown her voice out through the mail slot, "Dory, I can't even open the door, I don't think, cause he's got it set, the alarms. . ." The security thing. A third generation of that military stuff that could hear a footstep on the Ho Chi Minh Trail. |