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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 25 "I'll rap with the black kid, and be enigmatic with the Chinese kid. . ." Well Ham would never say a thing in his class either, till one day Dory saw him looking out in the teachers' parking lot sympathetically at the car, and he said, "You need to see the Kingfisher. My Dad can get you gas. . ." And that's the way it was; he became an insider, 'It was them Ohio plates that threw us, cousin, why didn't you say somethin' earlier on?' So he'd be out there mornings with the plumber and the locksmith for his daily portion. Now into this bastion sailed the Pooh-bah. In the great Fleetwood Limousine, flagship of the fleet, showing the way for the smaller administrative Brougham, and finally the Eldorado convertible, with the veiled ladies hoping to catch some morning sun. These new ships-of-the-desert ran up behind an INFRA-RED-SANDWICHES truck. The station owner, become a familiar type over these last months, knowledgeable, reserved, and having a quality of mystery about himself, as if from some new class having a priestly function, moved leisurely between his patient and grateful clients. 'The Kingfisher will be lookin' for you,' the boy had said. A black fellow in half a company uniform worked along the queue: |