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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 14 "Three enemies have I," he'd begin, and just as you thought it was a riddle, he'd enumerate, and take his whole body into the high, tentative walk of a wader, "--the sea pie, that black and white bird, the little oysters in their beds hear the stalking oystercatcher. . . and starfish. . .and the winkles, the periwinkles drilling and rasping oyster flesh." "--our allies in New Zealand?" Grandma Ginger continued. "Joan Fontaine,and Jean Simmons most graciously entertaining Paul Newman in the film Until They Sail." "Here I've a picture of it," she concluded, and there was the USS Seadragon surfacing to put in at Key West, with the brave decals painted up on her conning tower: twenty-eight Jap kills. "Well what was a young girl to do?" she asked Dorian Clayton. In a way he'd grown so fond of little Marjoram, though there was a part of him that resented her, but he saw that she couldn't help being part of that recent phenomenon, the inevitable kid-at-home. When after what seemed like a reasonable time she hadn't mentioned it he had to ask. "February who is the father of your child?" Her pale blue eyes had gone green with the gulf. |