I'm three weeks late. Iris read his mind. Over a sumptuous, impeccably served dinner, Laura listened attentivelywhile Bob Westcott - a big bear of a man with a perennial tan andsnow-white hair talked about Denver. This was the first Slocumdefeat at the polls in forty-three years.
Moviecompanies were fighting desperately for delivery of sound apparatus,even to the point of some covert hijacking. The real ship's captain was sleeping off a drunk in his cabinthat night. I haven't heard from him in about that time, also. Barry pressed on the horn.
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