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Show 60, Jeffries, Islamorada Whereas and whereas. Getting a lot while you're young. "Pidge, I just need your approval here where I've X-ed the bottom line. And of course the check." Diamond was on the phone. Where Daddy waited on the other end of the toll-free number, in the Cleveland office. A couple of customers stood around in the hall, listening. Time for the Florida thing. "Hi? Hello, yeah, this is Diamond, how's the weather down there?" The suckers smiled, elbowing each other. "That's it, sugar, lay it on 'em. How's the weather, yeah. We got a wind comin' off Lake Erie tonight that'll freeze your-. Tell me something good, are the fish biting?" "Fine ice-fishing, Daddy. It ain't hard to sell Florida tonight. I'd say we got four sure ones." "Right daughter, this month we're gonna whip Barry's franchise, the Griffin team will outsell those clever bastards in Detroit." * * * "-So much for my own personal ticket commitment," Diamond had gone on, "plus I'm expected to sell," she paused, "bored Dorian? Well don't squinch up your eyes at me like that." |