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Show 95, Jeffries, Islamorada "You know too much," Dorian laughed. "Too many details, Besides," he added hurriedly, "I, uh, I would know." "Yeah and you're going to know if we don't!" she giggled. "And I've been calling and calling. Oh well, goodnight kisses from little Amy, this is Amy signing off for now in room three-one-four. . ." He fed quarters into the TV and watched the closed-circuit X-rated adult movie. If it wasn't for the new colors and the noises of the great night ocean out below him, he would have thought he was dead. The dryness of the Everglades, off to the right of them, gave way to water-horizons and the good estuarine smells. They'd come across Blackwater Sound to more land and a motion-sick passenger asked the driver to stop for a few moments. It was the Point Laura fishing camp, and Dory went in for a Pepsi. "This is gonna sound like a silly question," he asked some red-faced men, gathered, "but are we near the Keys?" "You're on 'em, buddy," one of the fishermen grinned. "Cross Key, this, and over the water, there, Key Largo. . ." Yes, Dorian thought. There was the first of the islands stretching out into the Atlantic, a spyglass view. . . |