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Show 82, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] The principal caught up with his new teacher walking down by the portable classrooms at the beach. "Why the long face, Clayton?" "Boss I. . ." "Yes, get it out." "I'm thinking of leaving." The principal took him firmly at the arm. "You mean before the school year is over, is that what you're saying." "Easter break." "What's the problem?" "Up north. . ."he began. It would be extravagant to say two girls, and the 'the girlfriend' wouldn't sound real mature, more along the lines of a captured A.W.O.L. apologizing at Parris Island. "Uhh-well it's the writing, you see. A magazine maybe wants a thing on this racehorse auction in Kentucky; I got a connection there where I can live out in the barns, in a tack room--" "On the matter of our contract." "Uh yes I don't like to break contracts but somewhere between Key West and here, I guess, somebody got the numbers wrong; if I knew that I'd be signing on for $8900 I'd have stayed on that Greyhound. "It's like this-South Florida is a place where if you don't have a lot of money, you're made very aware |