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One way of looking at it is that part of the money would pay for a vacation in Florida. It's way over near Alabama. I've never been in that part of the state." Mo placed her chopsticks neatly across her plate and wiped her mouth with a napkin. She began to fidget. "Well, onward," Joe said. "You want to go exploring sometime? Look at things?" "Mmm." She looked out the window.
A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Al." Al chuckled. "Nah, jes Plain Al. Come on over here..." When the other musicians returned, the young woman Al introduced her as Mabel sat at the table Jurgen had vacated. He took one chair and joined the clarinetist under the spotlight. "Do you know uh..." Jurgen paused. "How about 'Nice Work if You Can Get It'?" "Mmm.
Strong started to turn the set off, but the enlisted man added, "By the way, sir, Al Mason and Bill Loring are here to see you." "Oh well " Strong hesitated. "They're quite anxious to know if you've reached any decision regarding their petition for reinstatement." "Mmm yes, of course. Very well, send them in." "Aye, aye, sir." The teleceiver screen blackened.
"Just like your father," Ann said, "ready to go in the morning." "Mmm delicious. Goodbye, Jeremy," he said to the cat who was rubbing against his ankle, anxious to be let out. "Well, get going then. Take the mug. Keep it. Maybe it will remind you of Maine and help bring you back." "Thanks, Ann. It was very good to see you and Brendan. Take care of yourself."
"But Jimmie and Jean ask more questions about things than anybody I know. They're really interested. Every time I drop in on them they're studying history beginning with the middle of the Twentieth Century. They're absolutely fascinated and read it like fiction." With more on his mind than his neighbors' unusual behavior Philon said, "Mmm."
"Those diagonal pencil lines." "Mmm . . . " Mo pushed her plate away. "Thank you, Joe. It was a nice lunch." As they left the restaurant she put a hand on his arm. "When the going gets tough, the tough get going, right?" She was looking at him as though he were a sixth grader. "Right," he said, and they went in different directions on Kapahulu Avenue.
A silence, indefinitely sustained, impressed itself upon the little audience, a breathless pause ended eventually by a sharp snap of Calendar's teeth. "Mmm!" grunted the adventurer in bewilderment. He began to pant. Abruptly his heavy hands delved into the contents of the bag, like the paws of a terrier digging in earth. To Kirkwood the air seemed temporarily thick with flying objects.
Her arms drew him against her. He smelled honeysuckle, and his hands found their familiar places. "Mmm," she said, "I'll bet you're hungry." "You win." Jacky stepped back. "Good. I'm going to show off. I've been practicing my crab cakes." "Yumm." "I thought we'd eat home, relax, maybe go out later . . . I'll give you the Bay Tour tomorrow." "Finest kind," Oliver said. "Nice house.
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