Bob walked into Banook Canoe Club with Hugh Boyd.
Mrs. Jamieson beckoned to Hugh and asked quietly, “Who's he?”
Hugh: He's Bob Dobbs. I met him downtown the other day at Brothers' Lunch. He was saying some incredible things and I got talking to him. I've been with him night and day since.
Mrs. Jamieson: Well, anyway, you better get some sleep. I think I have a job for you.
Dobbs sauntered over to the war canoe as the paddlers pushed off from the wharf. What a strange sport--we never had this back in Paris. Look at the muscles. And these are young women. Meanwhile, Jerry Lee Lewis interrupted Dobbs' reverie with his new song “Great Balls of Fire” shouting from around the corner of this summer club. Turning the corner there was a little beach packed with people quivering in that mood of anticipation that marks an American holiday.
Somebody yelled out, “MacGlashen, you're in the next race! Get over here!” And the young man inside Jerry Lee Lewis turned off the radio and brushed past Bob.
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