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Show 17, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] He grabbed in his pants for a dime and tore off up the highway to call Row. By evening it was all a bit more clear. He had located her at her parents. Unfortunately it had been hardest on the Munchkins. Unintelligible-all stirred up and carrying on with those little helium voices: '--marry the girl with the strawberry curl-?1 But they could imagine the tricks of which a young lady of that sort was capable. Yes, a bit spirited, he agreed. And their daughter trying to calm everyone with her soft Emily Dickinson assonances. "Row. Try to remember how it was," he emphasized, "I've got to keep coming back to you. . .like Sluggo to Nancy." The Brother Lions had on their caps and vests-. They were up at the shopping center, selling those horrid little fake flowers for the buttonhole. There was some relief in the way his partner could put all that self-parody into his face, and he saw a resemblance to Bert Lahr: "So we settle down, boy, settle into a low profile, before the cat says, the one Sinatra sings about, before that cat with a scythe comes tugging at my sleeve. "I mean you're here right now with us, more or less makin' a fool of yourself with us and you still don't know--? |