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Show 98, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "You ain't just whistlin' Dixie--" "--influenced by the Parson up at the Kirk, he could maybe be another Billy Graham." "He could be Pope. The sky's the limit. But don't you think that being able to read the job applications would be an asset?" She managed a smile at the coach and looked harshly back at Dory Clayton. "You don't know what it's like to have a child. I always back my child. Now make him like you. Given your opportunities, in that classroom--" "Mrs. Mincer would you like to visit that classroom?" "--my memories are strong of, what was it, the charm of poesy? Malaprops and such. We had such fun with limericks. I think that I shall never see," she began in E minor," a po-em lovely as a tree. . ." She'd come around to put a hand on his knee, elocuting forcefully, "In Flander's Field the poppies blooo-" With one great hand the coach had covered his face, he was choking and blushing, and pointing delicately at Clayton like a retriever. "--More I think on it as a young widow I've got the time to get on, not the board maybe but one of them curriculum committees? Back to old-fashioned reading, writing, and what--" Reeling and writhing. |