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Show 90, Jeffries, Islamorada 'I once had the occasion to keep a wild rabbit,' Row composed nervously to herself, 'he'd come to the big window. . .that rabbit looked at the outdoors the way a fine athlete looks at a ball. . In the dark outside the terminal she pressed her hand in his. A child's hand. How easy it was, he thought, to rush off with no concept of what it all means, with no more awareness or concern for the next moment than a bug. "Second and third class, Dorian," she asked, looking up at the buses, "Are you sure this is the way you want to go?" "Well, the gas shortages are starting." "I'll take. . .I'll take very good care of this car," she managed, trying to smile. "Sure, it's for you, I mean why put it up on blocks. Believe me I don't worship the thing." "Now loading. . ." the speaker commenced, "for Canton, Marietta, and Charlestown, West Virginia, for Bluefield. . .Charlotte. . .Augusta. . ." "Point A to Point A?" Her blue eyes pled up. "I mean the ticket will let you circle back, so I can get you some clean clothes?" He bent to kiss her. As usual, people were staring at her smallness. Nevertheless, one nice piece of work from the Lollipop Guild. |