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Show 90, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "Well can I call--" "Tomorrow night. I'll be, there's this little nightclub, the Toll Gate. The old toll house down bottom of Long Key. You'll come?" she smiled. This fine island witch. He took the offered hand. "Right. Look for me--" "Around nine?" February was waiting for him in a red print dress and he realized how he'd missed the nice clean smell of a girl, and the spice smell. He felt lucky when right away the rock band played a slow number, which right off is a 20-to-l proposition, and she stretched to brush her face to his, and clasped her delicate hands up behind his neck. The band went nostalgically into I Only Have Eyes for You, and Dorian Clayton found himself admitting, "This is about the most right I've felt on these islands," and she immediately drew her willowy Minoan darkness up to his height and announced, "Grey eyes, maybe I already love you." He caught a breath and said, "I don't hardly know the clovers from the shovels but I guess that's what they call putting your cards on the table. Love at first sight? The more I think about it it's romantic. Say what are you doing next weekend--we can play volleyball on that east beach at Key West and how about dinner |