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Show 89, Jeffries, Islamorada you can win a prize. And I think you'll find this American Bicentennial thermos a good deal-look at the decals, sure to become a collector's item refills at the terminals only fifteen cents." "Yeah? Do you sell a hot-water bottle?" Death-rattle in a Greyhound. Wearing his western-cut suede jacket, Dory conjured John Voight struggling to revive bronchial Ratso. "Our buses," she replied wintrily, "are very comfortable, sir." Jack Frost was writing something demeaning on the barred window behind her. Dory couldn't quite make out what it was. "Sir, we're getting a line-" "Of course, excuse me. All of you, excuse me. " People shuffled forward to buy tickets to Pittsburgh, Buffalo, and Toledo. On such a night, 10,000 Russians had frozen crossing Lake Baikal. Believe It or Not. The Miami express would leave at eleven. He hurried to call Rowena Emmerling. Packing next-to-nothing. And back downtown. She drove in silence. I'll miss this one, he thought. And that great white rabbit of hers, her familiar. Her outdoor look, that fashionable tweediness. And her perfect metric gait. |