第47章
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"Let's go ice-skating at Radio City!"
That's the kind of ideas she always had.
"Ice-skating at Radio City? You mean right now?"
"Just for an hour or so. Don't you want to? If you don't want to--"
"I didn't say I didn't want to," I said. "Sure. If you want to."
"Do you mean it? Don't just say it if you don't mean it. I mean I don't give a darn,
one way or the other."
Not much she didn't.
"You can rent those darling little skating skirts," old Sally said. "Jeannette Cultz
did it last week."
That's why she was so hot to go. She wanted to see herself in one of those little
skirts that just come down over their butt and all.
So we went, and after they gave us our skates, they gave Sally this little blue butt-
twitcher of a dress to wear. She really did look damn good in it, though. I save to admit it.
And don't think she didn't know it. The kept walking ahead of me, so that I'd see how
cute her little ass looked. It did look pretty cute, too. I have to admit it.
The funny part was, though, we were the worst skaters on the whole goddam rink.
I mean the worst. And there were some lulus, too. Old Sally's ankles kept bending in till
they were practically on the ice. They not only looked stupid as hell, but they probably
hurt like hell, too. I know mine did. Mine were killing me. We must've looked gorgeous.
And what made it worse, there were at least a couple of hundred rubbernecks that didn't
have anything better to do than stand around and watch everybody falling all over
themselves.
"Do you want to get a table inside and have a drink or something?" I said to her
finally.
"That's the most marvelous idea you've had all day," the said. She was killing
herself. It was brutal. I really felt sorry for her.
We took off our goddam skates and went inside this bar where you can get drinks
and watch the skaters in just your stocking feet. As soon as we sat down, old Sally took
off her gloves, and I gave her a cigarette. She wasn't looking too happy. The waiter came
up, and I ordered a Coke for her--she didn't drink--and a Scotch and soda for myself, but
the sonuvabitch wouldn't bring me one, so I had a Coke, too. Then I sort of started
lighting matches. I do that quite a lot when I'm in a certain mood. I sort of let them burn
down till I can't hold them any more, then I drop them in the ashtray. It's a nervous habit.
Then all of a sudden, out of a clear blue sky, old Sally said, "Look. I have to
know. Are you or aren't you coming over to help me trim the tree Christmas Eve? I have
to know." She was still being snotty on account of her ankles when she was skating.
"I wrote you I would. You've asked me that about twenty times. Sure, I am."
"I mean I have to know," she said. She started looking all around the goddam
room.
All of a sudden I quit lighting matches, and sort of leaned nearer to her over the
table. I had quite a few topics on my mind. "Hey, Sally," I said.
"What?" she said. She was looking at some girl on the other side of the room.
"Did you ever get fed up?" I said. "I mean did you ever get scared that everything
was going to go lousy unless you did something? I mean do you like school, and all that
stuff?"
"It's a terrific bore."
"I mean do you hate it? I know it's a terrific bore, but do you hate it, is what I
mean."
"Well, I don't exactly hate it. You always have to--"
"Well, I hate it. Boy, do I hate it," I said. "But it isn't just that. It's everything. I
hate living in New York and all. Taxicabs, and Madison Avenue buses, with the drivers
and all always yelling at you to get out at the rear door, and being introduced to phony
guys that call the Lunts angels, and going up and down in elevators when you just want to
go outside, and guys fitting your pants all the time at Brooks, and people always--"
"Don't shout, please," old Sally said. Which was very funny, because I wasn't
even shouting.
"Take cars," I said. I said it in this very quiet voice. "Take most people, they're
crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they're always
talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-new car
already they start thinking about trading it in for one that's even newer. I don't even like
old cars. I mean they don't even interest me. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at
least human, for God's sake. A horse you can at least--"
"I don't know what you're even talking about," old Sally said. "You jump from
one--"
"You know something?"