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Show 17, Jeffries, Islamorada "Four-plus years of college, and a good mind, wasted!" "I said I was doing some writing, a free lance--" But that always sounded inane. Prince John paid DeBracy, but anymore you didn't see much call for a company of free lances. * * * His parents badgered, "Why don't you get married?" "Awww, Mom. . .uh, Mom and Dad," he always had to make that adjustment for the way they both somehow got on the phone, a conference call. "Well?" "Their various promotions. I guess I just don't take women too seriously. . ." "And no wonder. Scandalize us across a state line living with those two girls--" "No, now it's just the new one, Row--" "Humph." "Mom I got some brains from you didn't I? Out of Carnegie Tech? Listen, I want to be a writer. How can I start to write--" "You learned the Peterson system, shading, alignment--" "--Full time, you see? Like. . .automatic writing > Work all night in a spell. Now tradition allows a writer to seek out a patron--" |