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Show 62, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "Heavy bookings could be a problem. Not that your man wouldn't be welcome Saturday, or a Tuesday, or the week of the twenty-third. For friends of yours, a party of eight, I figure $125 the half-day, including beer and sandwiches." Instead of to Miami International he took her down to Knight's Key to pick up the tiny Southeast plane, on its little buzz up from Key West. By this time he was very glad it wasn't the Miami airport. A few showy tears in the car, smudging and drying, had become a great effort of weeping at Marathon. He was glad he didn't teach here. The citizens smiled nervously or shook a finger at him reproachfully as she stated, perhaps somewhat loudly, "I didn't think I'd have to go. To even go back. I thought you would keep me. I thought I could stay with you." A week later, with a person-to-person call that located him at Harris Beach, she made her case. "I miss you too. God damn you Clayton it's this simple. Why can't we just get married?" What mad pursuit, Keats laughed. "This damn virginity thing, now I'm having these spells, Dory, hot and cold--" Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. He smiled oddly, in the glass booth on the |
