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Show 8, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] Here, it was noon, the burning meridian passing. Little boats in the middle distance! Star-Kist I got class! But if he were already dead. Dead. Defunct. Irrevocable, extinguished. They were coming for him. If he were dead, it would be Paula Prentiss, Yvette Mimeux, Dolores Hart-no counter-culture here, it would be the winter of '62, and if he were dead, it would be--ANNETTE FUNNICELLO? That fine Verona-face leaned down. He thought of pinching himself. Alive? Annette? How did that old line go--Ralph Crandon on meeting Reginald van Gleason, that jazzier Gleason: 'Hey-do you know who you are?' Annette? He managed to croak it out: "A-NET?" "Hi. It's me. Down from Disneyworld. First nice day so we're out for a sail, filming, doing the promo, Hurricane Annette, you see--" |