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Show 7, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] Southard Street in a pedicar. Already on the bus, the door whooshing shut, and its back up to Miami, then gulfside, the panhandle, Louisiana. . Except that the personnel director had squirmed out of his energy saver and was pounding at the heavy door. "Driver if I could have a moment--" "Yeah, go ahead, I'm early." "Mr. Clayton, Mr. Clayton there you are, didn't you see me--I called your motel room and they said you were just - I'll make it short. . .keeling over from that mysterious syndrome that seems to overtake NEA lifers. . an English teacher has died at our high school in the Upper Keys, and, and our man up there would like to talk to you." "Well, uh, my trip, uh, my writing." "Look around boy, you followed the sun way out to the Old Island, here, would you like some statistics on how many people would come to Florida if they could find jobs-in short we're not likely to offer you this chance twice, you know--" Impressment! Dory realized, the way Peter Ustinov yanked Billy Budd off the Rights of Man. . . "Driver you let him off this bus at Islamorada--" "Now I guess I'm non compos--" "Dorian you ask for Mr. Ford at Coral Beach School. Your impulsiveness may be rewarded." "But my showgirls. . .uh. . .Vegas?" |