Date:         Tue, 26 Nov 1996 21:04:18 +0000
From: LL DeMerle' <ldemerle@SYRA.NET>
Subject:      Re: INT: HWY 41

>
> "Did any of you folks run across a strange fellow earlier, a tall, bald man
> in a t-shirt wearing snake-skin boots?"
>
> The agent waited for a reply as Margaret slowly moved in her seat, edging
> closer to him.


"Who wants to know, darlin?" she cooed as she leaned into the
question.

Special Agent Dale Cooper re-thought his strategy.  He hadn't yet
revealed his identity as an FBI man to the strange crew assembled in
his car.  His inquisitive nature and highly specialized training in
how to win friends and influence people were getting the best for
him.  Time for a conference.  In a split second, he answered,

"Anybody for a cup o' joe?  I don't know about you guys, but I am in
need of a piece of pie."

Wanda glanced  down at the empty bakery box in the back window.  She
gingerly lifted the lid.  Her eyes rested on one lone shrivelled up
jelly donuit out of an obvious dozen.  She announced  to the others.,

"I think our host sorely needs his sugar fix."

"Great!" Cooper enthused.  "Next diner, we stop!"
~LL

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