The Floaters

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The Floaters, another adventure of George Valentine. Hey, who is this? Who's this speaking? Won't you wake up? Can't you wake up and try? Hey, look lady, it's two o'clock in the morning. I already told you. My name is Bernice Hillering.

You've simply got to come here. I don't know anybody to turn. Come where? Why? It's only a few hours drive for you. I'm the fourth cabin on the left. The border motality. It's a big place with palm trees and cactus.

The Mexican border isn't far. Mexican border. The American side. That's the trouble. Only drive fast. Please drive fast. You've got to get here before the break. I said, why? What's the matter? Would you calm down a minute?

Would you Bernice and... No, no, no, no. The fourth cabin. You can find it. It's a big one off by itself. My car is parked right beside it. Run away, they'll catch me. Well, it's much of a drive. Oh, no.

This doesn't look like much of a place, either, does it, books it? Yeah. It might have been once. Nobody awake but us chickens. Here, that's the third cabin. Huh. Yeah, the motel's all run down.

Yeah. Business on the border must be slagging off. Wait a minute. Here's your car. But it is. She certainly doesn't need anybody's help. I've grown him to start a bicycle shop. Come on, let's take a look.