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02.01.2011 um 22:46 Uhr

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@@@@@ It had actually been as much the sneakers, but I nodded and we laughed some more "If we crack up when I introduce you," he said (cracking up again, probably at the idea of cracking up; it goes that way when the fit is on you), "we're gonna say it's because I broke my chair, right?" "Right," I said"What did you mean when you said she sort of is?" "You really don't know?" "No clue 222 He pointed at Big Pink, which was looking very small in the distanceLooking like a long walk back"Who do you think owns your place, amigo? I mean, I'm sure you pay a real estate agent, or Vacation Homes Be Us, but where do you think the balance of your check finally ends up?" "I'm going to guess in Miss Eastlake's bank accountMiss Elizabeth EastlakeGiven the lady's age - eighty-five - I guess you could call her Ole Miss He began laughing again, shook his head, and said: "I have to stopBut in fairness to myself, it's been a long time since I had anything to belly-laugh about He looked at me - armless, all patchy-haired on one side - and noddedThen for a little while we just looked out at the GulfI know that people come to Florida when they're old and sick because it's warm pretty much year-round, but I think the Gulf of Mexico has something else going for it Just looking into that mild flat sunlit calm is healingIt's a big word, isn't it? Gulf, I mean 223 Big enough to drop a lot of things into and watch them disappear After awhile Wireman said, "And who do you think owns the houses between your place and this one?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the white walls and orange tile"Which, by the way, is listed on the county plat-maps as Heron's Roost and I call El Palacio de Asesinos "Would that also be Miss Eastlake?" "You're two for two," he said "Why do you call it Palace of Assassins?" "Well, it's 'Outlaw Hideout' when I think in English," Wireman said with an apologetic smile "Because it looks like the place where the head bad guy in a Sam Peckinpah Western would hang his hatAnyway, you've got six rather nice homes between Heron's Roost and Salmon Point-" "Which I call Big Pink," I said"When I think in Englishhow long?" "I have the place for a year, but I honestly don't knowI'm not afraid of hot weather - I guess they 224 call it the mean season - but there's hurricanes to consi

01.01.2011 um 22:46 Uhr

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31.12.2010 um 22:46 Uhr

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30.12.2010 um 22:54 Uhr

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29.12.2010 um 22:46 Uhr

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