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Show 106, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] One of the grandmothers, and in a particularly pleased tone her voice tinkled down like coins. "Why the little saucebox! The little courtesan!" He had only been half-listening as the counselor had 'described poor Stanley isolated out there on Bamboo Key, between the devil and the deep blue sea. And now, the parson, taking a phone call, had come faintly rapping at Dorian's window, the teacher in a first stage of sleep when the last mosquito in the room hits the pitch of the whine of tires far up the highway. "This is very topical," said the long face at the window. "You and I are going to, opinions are needed, preliminary to a possible exorcism. . "The hell you say." "You got it. Impious old Appollyon, sower of tares--" "Ah. . .uh. . .would you start from the beginning." "Very well Dorian, in the beginning--" "Yeah that's right I saw it. The Story of Mankind. Micky Rooney as the beautiful serpent. Parson about this exorcism." "--What I'm trying to tell you-one of your students.' "That figures," Dory yawned. But he didn't know the boy- Except he'd seen the name on a computer printout, Not due but not suspended either. Well this explains. Nobody tells him anything. Imagine if he'd called that |