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Show 84, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] He worked to teach them the second R. They raided the dictionary for colors. He gave them glacier, oatmeal, elephant, wheat and carmine and they contributed melon, oyster, lime, tangerine and shocking-pink. Penmanship. Margins. Language arts. Something of himself had come into the shape of their work. "Dutton," he challenged. "Peanut butter and most jellies I recognize, but as far as these hen tracks across your theme--say what makes a mark like that anyway?" "Hens, Mr. Clayton." The young farmer gave his friendly smile. "From the Windwards. Two very lovely Dominiques from the West Indies. Like part of the family." Wary. Running more, training, but generally watching out for THE GAME. Skeptical of that facile movieland resolution of all conflicts and neuroses in the game, on that football field, whether it's M.A.S.H. or that new film Burt Reynolds is working in. About the jailbirds . On a wall chart in the gym the coaches showed him the two Florida boys, one of whom they knew, Playboy Ail-Americans. He pointed out his brother. "You mean you're Danny Clayton's brother? Well why didn't you say something earlier? Hell that one is some kind of football player!" |
