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Show Acting Alone Page 21 us well-fed, complacent (not that word - too big) Americans have even imagined," etc., etc. - buy Shanny a bra, also maybe some Darvon or Seconals or a yo-yo or something to keep her quiet? maybe slip her some black dexedrine? - maybe she's like one of those hyperactive children who can only be slowed down with speed? (find med student and discuss) - wear suit, tie, shirt with some buttons, socks - show the sarge that you respect him, his family, yourself, etc., etc., yatta-yatta - buy a pair of underpants (there must be a kingsize store between here and Nebraska) Sam actually did call a certain Dallas lawyer friend of his and have a contract drawn up. This lawyer happened to be one of Sam's former congenital Marxist friends who'd really rebelled against his parents: he'd started out as a sales rep for a big national glass company, traveling to Bolivia and Nicaragua to install bullet-proof glass in the presidential palaces. Prole-Guard was his pet name for this special glass, the pet name he'd scribbled all over the backs of mean little postcards to his poor mortified mom and dad back in Salt Lake. Then somebody had convinced Sam's pal that he could put all that amorality to more lucrative use by becoming a corporate lawyer. So he'd moved to Dallas and done so, and now he had a nice office in a mirror-building looking right out over Dealy Plaza. And Sam really could not believe the conversation he had on the phone with this pal. Sam actually sounded like a grownup: "Mike! Zat you, buddy?" "Yes?" |