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Show 50, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] action up the strip at The Castaways or Golden Beach. He got lost again and cut across the water on the North Bay Causeway to Buena Vista, where another of the vacuous, franchised, Hemingway-style faces gave its illuminated totem grin into the night: Big Daddy's. "Yo-ho-ho." The nurse was getting agreeable on a bottle of rum. And cokes. They drove out to the next Big Daddy's farther out Biscayne Boulevard by Tropical Park, and she said she could sympathize, medically, how he could be coming to feel like a sailor, windward, down there at sea on those Florida Keys. He took her to her North Miami Hospital parking lot. They did most of what you can do in a Corvette. "Let me get my car," she said. Somehow with a key she rotated it down from where it was stacked up in that mechanical parking lot. She began making herself very comfortable with the extra room. This was as much fun as it had been in high school. Legerdemain! he remembered. Ah the old sleight of hand with the brassiere hooks. When she had unbuttoned his shirt, she worked at his belt. "Are you. . .big?" she demanded. Her eyes glittered with the hard lights of Highway #1 "Well, uh, not so long as to be tedious." "Wow, she managed, kissing him down below the |
