ch.nakedcamethemanatee-第23部分

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V　screen。
　〃Noooooo！〃　The　millionaire　wheeled；　bellowing　into　the　thicket　of　microphones。　〃It's　a　trick！　Can't　you　see；　here　is　Castro！〃　He　shook　the　head　like　a　tambourine。　〃I　can　prove　it；　I　can　prove　this　is　Fidel's　head！〃
　Reyes　was　handicapped　by　the　fact　that；　despite　his　wealth　and　power；　he　was　not　very　popular　in　the　exile　munity。　For　many　years；　Cuban…Americans　had　endured　his　grandiose　promises；　vituperative　politics；　and　heavy…handed　fund…raising　tactics。　Now　this：　a　phony　Castro　head！　It　was　too　much。
　Members　of　the　crowd　registered　their　scorn　by　hurling　rocks；　bottles；　and　ripe　coconuts　at　Juan　Carlos　Reyes；　who　fled　the　stage　at　a　dead　run。　He　showed　fair　speed　for　a　short…legged　fellow；　but　the　mob　chasing　him　through　Bayfront　Park　was　fueled　by　outrage。　When　Reyes　reached　the　seawall；　he　hesitated　only　briefly　before　diving　into　Biscayne　Bay。　The　bearded　head　went　with　him。
　
　While　Booger　didn't　know　much；　he　did　know　where　human　idiots　liked　to　run　their　speedboats。　From　traumatic　experience　he'd　learned　to　remain　submerged　in　the　busiest　lanes　of　the　bay；　especially　the　waters　between　Dodge　Island　and　Bayfront　Park。
　Thus　Booger　and　his　new　female　friend；　having　taken　a　prodigious　breath；　were　safely　coasting　across　the　bottom　when　the　yellow　Donzi　full　of　would…be　playboys　roared　out　of　Bayside　Marketplace。　The　boat　swung　south　at　the　ridiculous　speed　of　fifty…eight　knots。　At　its　helm　was　a　seventeen…year…old　trust　fund　troglodyte；　culturally　intoxicated　by　his　first　visit　to　Hooter's。
　Reflexively；　Booger　glanced　upward　at　the　approaching　growl　of　the　Donzi。　Fifteen　feet　above　him；　haplessly　flailing　into　the　boat's　path；　was　a　man　in　a　business　suit。　One　of　his　hands　clutched　something　round　and　mossy…looking；　though　it　definitely　wasn't　a　head　of　lettuce。
　The　Booger　of　forty…eight　hours　before…the　febrile；　erratic　Booger　with　Flipperian　fantasies…might　have　been　reminded　of　poor　old　Marion；　might　have　shot　upward　to　rescue　this　wallowing　specimen　from　the　deadly　propellers　that　had　claimed　so　many　of　Booger　's　dearest　manatee　panions。
　But　the　new　Booger　knew　better。　The　notion　of　playing　hero　never　entered　his　unconvoluted　brain；　which　at　the　moment　was　singularly　focused　on　procreation。　Thirteen　hundred　pounds　of　saucy　sea　cow　nooky　had　paddled　into　Booger's　life；　and　he　was　serene　beyond　distraction。
　So　he　dismissed　the　human　motion　on　the　surface　of　the　bay；　lowered　his　shoe　button　eyes　and　swam　onward；　nudging　and　nuzzling　his　slippery　new　mate。　Booger　might　have　flinched　slightly　at　the　familiar　thud　of　the　impact　above；　the　sickening　whine　of　cavitating　props；　but　he　didn't　look　up　a　second　time。
　Every　mammal　for　himself。