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Show 88, Jeffries, Islamorada Instead he skirted round them, got outside, pulled the door tight, pulled against the handle and turned up the steam. 115°. . .122°. . .He waited for their scratchings at the metal door. How about it boys, he looked at the clouded window, a pleasant enough time there in purgatory, but now that you're in hell. . .? Quiet little Fortunatos. No sign of them. Until after he had shaved and dried, and was stepping into his underwear, when he looked up a row of lockers to see that they were rubbing steam off the inside window of their steambath door, watching him. . . From the Y it's simple to get across town and up to High Street and the bus terminal without hardly going outside, through the department stores. From 0'Neils he tore across Main Street, cut into Polsky's, rode the escalator to women's shoes and found himself out in winter dusk at the station. "The Fred MacMurray promotion," he told the clerk,"I'm thinking about that Ameripass. For the two months." "Fine sir, unlimited travel, and the extra month is only fifty dollars." "Yeah, well here, two-hundred dollars." "Very good. Now here's your diary, your log of the trip; send that in when you're done and |