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Show 19: Jeffries, Islamorada Back to the army by your leave gets us more time for the symphony Mommy will you pray that the duck gets out of the wolf then take me to Fort Pitt. Out into the roaring traffic's boom. The cuckoo-brother came and backed him up and out of the nest. And he'd loved the little guy when they'd brought him home with his arm in that tiny sling, that baby never crawled right and he couldn't read well and they red-shirted him in the second grade. Well that extra year marked the big cuckoo for football, people started teaching him de-fense, and meanwhile there were all the new vitamins in the bread; the jokes started about who was whose big brother--sometimes Danny could come along and take care of business like that boss third billy goat Gruff. At the age of fifteen the boy took a Hannibal-oath against the T-formation. "That's right you wastrel. Tell that to your patrons. We'll leave everything to--" "English common law," Dorian retorted. "That's right maybe you're married already and don't know it. Oh my God, a common-law--" "I am speaking of primogeniture. And come on, Dad, you can't--don't you know I'm your real son anyway?" |