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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 106 went to his podium and began. "The text of my sermon will be. . .Job. . .38:28-Hath the Rain a Father. . .?" Dory promptly fell asleep. Until a jarring noise trembled the west wall of the chapel, and he was startled awake, aware that he'd been dreaming of a Jacob's ladder to save the sheik. "Good-night! Will you look out there--" Drenched. Between the church and the parsonage. Puddles on the floor, people towelling off, the parson fiddling with his ham set. "This'11 blow over, won't it?" Chester White wondered. Everyone gathered round. "Paulie-Alpha-Romero-" their host was broadcasting into his sparking radio, "Oh this is the parson, isn't anybody--?" "M'aider," said Dory. "Is this possible. . .no signal from the Marquesas, the Tortugas. . .nothing from Fort Jefferson?" And for a moment, there had been hysterics, the thunderclaps had started and there was the image of a waterspout breaking up over their heads. "Nobody home. . ." Yellow bubble clouds then a line of tornadoes eighty miles in the gulf, at the old brick fort. "Nobody answers." |