Uncle Roger and Tom came out of the kitchen
with large glasses full of whiskey with
no ice in it in their hands.
Tom leaned against a table which was covered
with beer, wine, vodka, whiskey, and gingerale.
He was wearing a dark blue suit and a red tie
with small blue sailboats on it.

A misunderstanding on the golf course,"
Uncle Roger said, touching the black and blue
place on his face where Jeff had hit him.





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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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