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Show 43, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] A small cadre of students in wire-rimmed glasses were carrying his bright tracts. Humorless as little roundheads. Increasingly badgering What Does Christ Mean in Your Life? You'd round a corner and catch the parson in action. "This dog-goned--oh, excuse my language. . ."or "Now kids I'm not talking about a little man in a red suit. With a pitchfork." The way Dorian, in a bar, flipping the channel selector at sign-off time, had caught a fragment of one of his sermonettes: "We're God's ant farm. . ." Up on the beach at Pennecamp State Park he picked up a girl from New York City. A young mystery. Traveling with her married sister in a van named Pentacle. "Well we didn't know. . .if we should turn around here at Key Largo, or go all the way out." "Go to Key West," he advised seriously, as if he were Henry Flagler. "Well we don't know." He left her sister cooking lunch in the van and drove her twenty miles down to Plantation Key, where the sea takes on its true green color. "Okay we'll stay. Maybe at your place, catch a shower and that sort of thing?" "That's the idea." For a living she said she was a bread artist. A what. She glazed and fired objects in dough or |