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. She pointed
high-well, sixty degrees up, it had to be. "There, you can see The Chuck Wagon;
the dance floor is just above it, toward the Sun. Are they dancing? Can you see?
There's a strut partly in the way."
"They're too far away for me to tell," I admitted. "They're dancing." Dr.
Schultz said. 'Texas Star, I think. Yes, that's the pattern. Ah, youth, youth! I
no longer dance but I have been a guest caller at The Chuck Wagon on occasion.
Have I seen you there, Mrs. Ames? I think not."
"And I think 'Yes,'" Gwen answered. "But I was masked that day. I enjoyed
your calling. Doctor. You have the real Pappy Shaw touch."
"Higher praise a caller cannot hope for. 'Masked-' Perchance you wore a
candy-striped gown in green and white? A full circle skirt?"
"More than a full circle; it made waves whenever my partner twirled
me-people complained that the sight made them seasick. You have an excellent
memory, sir." "And you are an excellent dancer, ma'am." Somewhat irked, I
interrupted. "Can we knock off this Old Home Week? There are still urgent things
to do and I still have hopes that we can catch the twenty o'clock shuttle."
Schultz shook his head. 'Twenty o'clock? Impossible, sir." "Why is it
impossible? That's over three hours from now. I'm edgy about the idea of waiting
for a later shuttle; Franco might decide to send his goons after us."
"You've asked for a passport for Bill
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