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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