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Show 22, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "Yes." "--that two nights from tonight, neap tide, two Caloosa Indians and a conquistador march on a beeline through your room." On the hot bright morning Dory Clayton went and joined his neighbor on a porch-swing. "I asked my landlady about bugbears and visitants. She kind of beat around the bush about seein' how little money I'm paying, in the season, and I should be comfortable. Old Timer, if you're on the level about these ghosts, I'm going to pass on being in my room. By the same token the sight of them might be good for me. Do you have any suggestions?" "The way it is usually done, a good plan is I meet you at, I checked out their schedule, quarter-to-two at Bill and Dotty's, that's it, we'll close up the bar and we catch them spirits making their way between the package store and the open-air luncheonette, as they head basically up US #1 to Plantation Key." Drinking at The Green Turtle and Bill and Dotty's. "You put eight beers into me, Old Timer." "It may give you courage." They took up positions. Where moonflowers opened under the winged leaves of the lime. "According to form," noted the old man, "The ghosts are making their way across that cut by your motel, yonder, the canal, good as if they was on the Bahia Honda bridge." He paused. "About |