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Show Night Keys/6 Dear Genie. I'm sure I can get a boat. One way or the other. They have special deals for employees and a guy here told me I would qualify. They can't give boats away now, and they are thinking of shutting down even the second shift, too. Definitely a big cabin cruiser. Remember the one we saw at the lake? That time we stayed up all night and it was almost dawn and there we were, about a mile out on those rocks, buck naked, and that cabin cruiser came through the trestle from the other side of the lake. You were stuck to my back. Four legs and four arms, remember? Those bastards kept circling around. Jesus we were eighteen and thought we were as old as you can get. Crazy and scared. I admit it, I was. It was probably one of the company's boats. Anyway I could drive it down to New Orleans and drop the trailer off at one of the company dealers. Even if we decide to try to go back to college again there would be vacations and we could head for the Carribean. I could study up on navigation. I hope you have found a place like you wanted. Maybe if I try again that crazy landlady in New Orleans will forward this to you. I drove by your father's house to ask where you were now and it looked like the For Sale sign had been out for awhile. Get in touch! At least let me know what you think about the boat. Coming out past the compressor room he heard a clicking sound. He stopped, listened. A regular trip-trip, fading. He headed for the key station at the entrance of the wood shop. It was always hottest there, always the smell of smoldering wood. He could work his way in through the ban saws and out to the apron again, fifty yards above the guardhouse. At the entrance of the wood shop |
