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《THE CATCHER IN THE RYE(麦田里的守望者英文版)》章节:第39章,宠文网网友提供全文无弹窗免费在线阅读。!
I said. I was pretty scared. I'm very yellow about those things.
They just knocked again, though. Louder.
Finally I got out of bed, with just my pajamas on, and opened the door. I didn't
even have to turn the light on in the room, because it was already daylight. Old Sunny
and Maurice, the pimpy elevator guy, were standing there.
"What's the matter? Wuddaya want?" I said. Boy, my voice was shaking like hell.
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"Nothin' much," old Maurice said. "Just five bucks." He did all the talking for the
two of them. Old Sunny just stood there next to him, with her mouth open and all.
"I paid her already. I gave her five bucks. Ask her," I said. Boy, was my voice
shaking.
"It's ten bucks, chief. I tole ya that. Ten bucks for a throw, fifteen bucks till noon.
I tole ya that."
"You did not tell me that. You said five bucks a throw. You said fifteen bucks till
noon, all right, but I distinctly heard you--"
"Open up, chief."
"What for?" I said. God, my old heart was damn near beating me out of the room.
I wished I was dressed at least. It's terrible to be just in your pajamas when something
like that happens.
"Let's go, chief," old Maurice said. Then he gave me a big shove with his crumby
hand. I damn near fell over on my can--he was a huge sonuvabitch. The next thing I
knew, he and old Sunny were both in the room. They acted like they owned the damn
place. Old Sunny sat down on the window sill. Old Maurice sat down in the big chair and
loosened his collar and all--he was wearing this elevator operator's uniform. Boy, was I
nervous.
"All right, chief, let's have it. I gotta get back to work."
"I told you about ten times, I don't owe you a cent. I already gave her the five--"
"Cut the crap, now. Let's have it."
"Why should I give her another five bucks?" I said. My voice was cracking all
over the place. "You're trying to chisel me."
Old Maurice unbuttoned his whole uniform coat. All he had on underneath was a
phony shirt collar, but no shirt or anything. He had a big fat hairy stomach. "Nobody's
tryna chisel nobody," he said. "Let's have it, chief."
"No."
When I said that, he got up from his chair and started walking towards me and all.
He looked like he was very, very tired or very, very bored. God, was I scared. I sort of
had my arms folded, I remember. It wouldn't have been so bad, I don't think, if I hadn't
/>had just my goddam pajamas on.
"Let's have it, chief." He came right up to where I was standing. That's all he
could say. "Let's have it, chief." He was a real moron.
"No."
"Chief, you're gonna force me inna roughin' ya up a little bit. I don't wanna do it,
but that's the way it looks," he said. "You owe us five bucks."
"I don't owe you five bucks," I said. "If you rough me up, I'll yell like hell. I'll
wake up everybody in the hotel. The police and all." My voice was shaking like a bastard.
"Go ahead. Yell your goddam head off. Fine," old Maurice said. "Want your
parents to know you spent the night with a whore? High-class kid like you?" He was
pretty sharp, in his crumby way. He really was.
"Leave me alone. If you'd said ten, it'd be different. But you distinctly--"
"Are ya gonna let us have it?" He had me right up against the damn door. He was
almost standing on top of me, his crumby old hairy stomach and all.
"Leave me alone. Get the hell out of my room," I said. I still had my arms folded
and all. God, what a jerk I was.
Then Sunny said something for the first time. "Hey, Maurice. Want me to get his
wallet?"