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>From THE CATFISH LAGOON.....
"Watch!" she poked her elbow into the side of my ribs, then pointed to the submerged candy in the salt water. Two large bay crabs swam up and battled over it. "You can catch crabs easy here," she said, taking a sip of beer. "Then again," she added, "you can catch them anywhere in this town." Her eyes squinted at the blank expression upon my face." I mean," she cleared her throat, "it's a good town for fishing."
She tilted the beer can up to her lips and chugged its remains. "Well, Webber, Jack, USN," she said, handing the empty to me. "Thanks again. I've got to run. My old man will be home and I've got to fix dinner. He's a Marine and a pain in the ass."
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Halfway through the meal, my eyes not straying off of my food, I began to relax until a large hairy fist plopped down between my compartment tray and the salt and pepper shakers on the table. Slightly above the thick wrist of the hairy fist was an olive drab cuff belonging to the sleeve of a Marine Corps fatigue uniform. Swallowing hard I looked up and Sergeant Hand was standing over me.
"You keep messing with Maryann and you're going to get hurt!"
He turned as abruptly as he had spoken and marched out of the building.
