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Show 89, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] chains at a Dolphins' game." "So I bet you got some autographs?" "Mercury. And Mr. Kiick." The suspicious onomatopoeia of sports names. Honestly if he hadn't known the young Baschnagel-well, that's entertainment. Her sudden electric presence. "Marjoram, what did I tell you about talking to such fine-looking strangers?" "Mother we were talking football." "I wouldn't think that that would be your strong suit, sir, mister, uh--" "Mr. Clayton. Dorian. Right, well, you saw. I like volleyball, swimming--" "Clayton?" she paused. "The new boy? Of course-teaching at Coral Beach--the same that wrote that piece in the Citizen--we cut that out. Remember, Marjoram? There were a number of things I'd seen, but never put in those words. . ." "Well thank you." "But there was a good deal you missed." Such nice hands she had. And she wasn't wearing that little band of gold. "Say, I'd like to follow this up. Have you two had dinner yet?" "Got to get the little backjudge home. We live way down on Big Pine." |