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Show 53, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "For things that go bump in the night--" "Boy I'll say." "My room--at the motor court--Good Lord what is down there now?" "I don't know how he does it." "Like I tole you, the car, the man retired up north at twenty-nine; he's rich." "We seed this taxi--" "What we mean to say, sir, is there's this knockout redhead sitting on your doorstep, three-thirty-seven in the morning, crying her fool head off. . ." He came out of the darkness under the kapok tree and she had been crying--she looked at him like Vincent Price had looked at David Hedison in The Fly, with his multi-faceted eyes. Mosaic vision. There were twenty little moons in the tears on her face and on the suede of her jacket. "You know, Dorian, I can really feel it here, the cosmic dust, the Stardust, always falling, falling. . . "Well lady, this is a very pleasant surprise, just how--" "Dorian I had hoped it would be-I won the trip, the sales contest, the bonus, wrote a total of two hundred thousand for the free ticket to Tampa; right now I'm supposed to be stayin' on site--four A.M. and where were you anyway?" "Really I didn't expect I'd have to account--" |