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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 99 blue Bill Blass decorator Lincoln Continentals. Along the alley, the tamarind leaves were coming loose. "The elements," February warned, "you don't know, I guess there's no way you could--" "That's interesting," he acknowledged, "that's just the way they talked to Lenningen in Lenningen Versus the Ants "Well crazy man I guess you've about heard me out." She stamped angrily and trotted across the alley to where the old-timer was packed and ready, parrot in the cage. The old man seemed smaller in this weather, there was just the face of him under an oilskin hood and slicker. "Just want to say goodbye, boy." "How are you, old-timer?" "Feelin" kinda spleeny. . ." Dory noticed the stillness in the air, all across Florida Bay the birds had gone down. "Remember the old photos I showed you? With the termite holes in 'em? The reason that we are neighbors," the old man began patiently, "is the fact that my home was knocked across the highway in the storm of thirty-five." They walked back behind the old Conch house. "You'll be helpin' yourself to this here plywood, getting your windows boarded up." "Very well, and what do I owe--" |