In Miami, a family could break up in a hurry

It was raining in the ’Glades, and perhaps enough rain would be left to reach the city and cool it off a little during the night. Hoke finished his cigarette and tossed it off the parapet into the swimming pool behind the hotel.

But if she was engaged to this hard-looking jock, she was probably older than she looked. It was a help to have the fiancé present; maybe he wouldn’t have to drive her out to hell-and-gone Kendall after all. Her boyfriend could take her home.

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Susan, slightly dazed, opened the refrigerator, stared into its depths for a moment, closed the door, took a roll of toilet paper out of the grocery sack, looked at it, dropped it back inside, started toward the bathroom, changed her mind, and then ran swiftly to the South Miami telephone book and turned to the Yellow Pages.

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The brown, cultivated fields stretched out for several miles, and there were bands of dusty green that faded into a misty, darker green toward the horizon.

“So you live in Miami, then?” Mrs. Freeman shook her gray curls. Her gray dentures had a translucent quality. Her pale blue eyes were clear.

“I called the head honcho out there when I didn’t hear from them, and I got the impression that Martin Waggoner was a novice, not a full member, and was about to be thrown out anyway.” “Did he tell you that?” “Not in so many words, but that’s the impression the honcho gave me. He wasn’t even interested in the funeral arrangements, even though I tol