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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 47 "Yes I vaguely remember," she agreed, shifting, "Oww-ohh." "Tell me about it," he said, taking her hand, with a sort of familiarity he'd copied from the mothers on the soap operas. "Back to that department store," she began, "over in albums. If they hadn't been playing the Marie Muldaur record. . . "I went into the frame-of-mind to marry an oil sheik. "As my husband and I look back on it. "He came through the store, pretending enthusiasm at the cheap luxuries of Miami middle class existence, the tinny appliances, Japanese, German, he knew the brands, the pretentious, punishing furniture--" For a moment Dory had an image of the Pooh-bah on a carpet, high over the city. "--and always in the foreground that song, midnight at the oasis, shadows painting our faces. "And they were showing the man blenders and video games when what he really wanted to buy was airplanes. Warplanes. And maybe a workable ABM system. "So there I was being the. . .doll. He was giving me three or four once-overs. "Toothy and condescending, he towered over me. Like one of the pharisees in Superstar, it comes into my |