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Show 32, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "Doctor Lloyd?" "Oh my. Oh my word. You startled me, down there." Those tapering, womanish fingers--Dory could see a horrid redundancy to those fingers curling around and around the bottom of a softball bat. . . "Parson about softball--" "Yes. Now could you move back aways, midships there; am I coming across--darn feedback--" he began again, loudly, "and you've sensed OLD LEVIATHAN ROLLING IN THE HILLS AND VALLEYS OF THE DEEP!" He quieted. "Yes, good old Leviathan. The old manticore's been getting the job done for some time now. . . "Now you come about--?" "Softball." "Um-hum. To play for the Kirk of the Keys. Well I can tell you that unless you're a Presbyterian you've got two strikes--" "Baptized First Presbyterian Church of Pittsburgh, sir." "Good judgment, there. Dr. Lamont's bishopric. And before him, Dr. McCartney, and now, if I'm not mistaken, President Nixon's minister, the Reverend Huffman, up from Key Biscayne--" "For whatever good he'll do." "Well, we'll get your letter sent for, now that's just one more thing I've got to--by the way are you any good?" |