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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 72 The Inlaws were rolling up Highway One through Islamorada when Chester White recognized Dory Clayton, and asked for directions. "Someplace we can bend some elbows, and wait out this weather?" the leader demanded, in those cheap, papery-looking glasses that put Clayton in mind of a piece of film work by Frankie Gorshin. "How about it kid what's a good juke joint?" "Well I hear the Sand Dollar is going to try to stay open through to the weekend, relative to the hurricane, but everybody seems to be leaving--" "S'okay here. We'll stay here. Remember," he asked, with a motion that took in the islands, "when we built a place like this?" "What?" Dory asked. "Naw it was just a set, just a scene for the prom." February was staying over and he took her up to Key Largo to the saloon to meet Florida's Inlaws. Grandpa Cunningham, sitting over along the wall, in his pith helmet, saw her and started acting foolish. "What's the matter with him," she asked. "Comfortless in our old age," the old man began. "You see there was a minor accident on the way down," one of the women obliged, "we were blinded in the high beams." |
