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Show 19, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] Now his Corvette--he swam out to where the boys had found the sleek manta-shape of the car, not quite the full five fathoms down there like Ferdinand's Father, but a small worry; Educators and Executives Insurance had written it was in his financial interest if he could lead a salvor to its valuable fiberglass shell. The way the Spanish had sent their black and Indian divers right down the next season after the great wrecked plate fleet of 1733. So up to the mainland. Seems like he bought a new car every year. And the salesmen growing ever bolder and more candid. Like with the Corvette. If we can get you one. And now dealing on this peculiar-looking VW Model 180. Conversing like little kids. 'How much does it cost?1 'How much do you got?' The Thing. Cute in a boxy way. Orange bicycle-flag runs up a wire. The venerable German scout car. At the Cinemorada he has the unsettling feeling of watching his car in the blitzkriegs and North Africa. He motored down to Marathon to Lum's for a sauerkraut hot dog and a beer. He got himself seated at one of the tables of the cutest waitress. Butterscotch- streaked hair. Big smile for him. Seemed a bit faster and friendlier than the job called for. He listened and heard that she was stuck for a ride at |