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Show 26, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] ready to cut across to the Gulf at Hens and Chickens. "Mr. Clayton you look as if you might be enjoying yourself." The principal had come padding up behind him. "Well, yes sir, the view, the water, the way that that little sand bar out there, you see it and then you don't; it's very good for my mental health." "And how do you like your students?" "For the most part, considerably brighter than those to whom I had grown accustomed. 'We know this, we've had that'--I hardly know what to tell them." "We've bright children here, Clayton, from the fine old families, they're Conchs, the good stock, the Alburys, the Russells, then there's the rich kids from far up on the tip of Key Largo, Ocean Reef Club, or the big stilt houses, their dads are the air commuters, fly in to Miami to work but they don't care to live there, city's getting a reputation for violence." "And the Carribean children." "Yes the Puerto Ricans and the Cubans. And the remarkable enmity between. Seems half the time anymore I'm sitting around humming 'How Do You Solve A Problem Named Maria.' And these Cubans, the safe houses for their gunboats, some of their old men still at war with Fidel, but I don't care to get into that. . ." |