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Show 123 After lifting a plateful of his famous flapjacks to the warming oven, Oscar wiped his right hand on his apron and stuck it out toward Parker* "How you doing there, young man?" "It's Parker," Dyna reminded him. "Sure, I know Parker." They smiled and shook hands. "Oscar, let's have some sheepherder coffee," Dyna said, pouring tomato juice for Parker and herself. "Should I make it?" "Sure, you betcha. That'll be a whole new experience for the coffee drinkers." "Oh oh!" Mrs. Simpson's eyes rolled. By now the porch was filled with new arrivals. Parker left Dyna to her assignment and moved toward the door, muttering "I'll supervise the sunset" as he went. The rest of the evening was as quaint as segment one. Sitting around Oscar's long table, which had been extended by many leaves, Kevin observed they looked just like disciples at the Last Supper. His words were sobering* The third platter of pancakes had just started around when Tiffany began wondering where they'd all be next September when the TV show was due to be aired. Maybe this was their last supper. Heidi and Jan had been accepted at colleges in the East. John had a football scholarship to Southern Cal. Parker might be on his way to the University of Montana about then. "Well!" Dyna sniffed. "Oscar and Mrs. Simpson and I will be right here. The rest of you had better show up!" Robert Tiedemann suggested they make a pact, so they did, all joining hands and promising to return from the ends of the earth, if necessary, to have a reunion the night "The Tax Reject" made its debut. "If you're not here," Derek threatened, "the rest of us will cut your picture out of the yearbook." Unanimous agreement. More hand-smacking all around. The moment of gloom passed. Once the pancakes and sausages had disappeared and the bowl of apples had circulated, Dyna reminded Oscar it was time for segment three. "Let's go into the front room for that," Oscar said. Then to John, who was sitting next to him, "You look like a man who could get a fire |