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I said.
"Swell, except Alice had a cold, and her mother kept asking her all the time if she
felt grippy. Right in the middle of the picture. Always in the middle of something
important, her mother'd lean all over me and everything and ask Alice if she felt grippy.
It got on my nerves."
Then I told her about the record. "Listen, I bought you a record," I told her. "Only
I broke it on the way home." I took the pieces out of my coat pocket and showed her. "I
was plastered," I said.
"Gimme the pieces," she said. "I'm saving them." She took them right out of my
hand and then she put them in the drawer of the night table. She kills me.
"D.B. coming home for Christmas?" I asked her.
"He may and he may not, Mother said. It all depends. He may have to stay in
Hollywood and write a picture about Annapolis."
"Annapolis, for God's sake!"
"It's a love story and everything. Guess who's going to be in it! What movie star.
Guess!"
"I'm not interested. Annapolis, for God's sake. What's D.B. know about
Annapolis, for God's sake? What's that got to do with the kind of stories he writes?" I
said. Boy, that stuff drives me crazy. That goddam Hollywood. "What'd you do to your
arm?" I asked her. I noticed she had this big hunk of adhesive tape on her elbow. The
reason I noticed it, her pajamas didn't have any sleeves.
"This boy, Curtis Weintraub, that's in my class, pushed me while I was going
down the stairs in the park," she said. "Wanna see?" She started taking the crazy adhesive
tape off her arm.
"Leave it alone. Why'd he push you down the stairs?"
"I don't know. I think he hates me," old Phoebe said. "This other girl and me,
Selma Atterbury, put ink and stuff all over his windbreaker."
"That isn't nice. What are you--a child, for God's sake?"
"No, but every time I'm in the park, he follows me everywhere. He's always
following me. He gets on my nerves."
"He probably likes you. That's no reason to put ink all--"
"I don't want him to like me," she said. Then she started looking at me funny.
"Holden," she said, "how come you're not home Wednesday?"
"What?"
Boy, you have to watch her every minute. If you don't think she's smart, you're
mad.
"How come you're not home Wednesday?" she asked me. "You didn't get kicked
out or anything, did you?"
"I told you. They let us out early. They let the whole--"
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"You did get kicked out! You did!" old Phoebe said. Then she hit me on the leg
with her fist. She gets very fisty when she feels like it. "You did! Oh, Holden!" She had
her hand on her mouth and all. She gets very emotional, I swear to God.
"Who said I got kicked out? Nobody said I--"
"You did. You did," she said. Then she smacked me again with her fist. If you
don't think that hurts, you're crazy. "Daddy'll kill you!" she said. Then she flopped on her
stomach on the bed and put the goddam pillow over her head. She does that quite
frequently. She's a true madman sometimes.
"Cut it out, now," I said. "Nobody's gonna kill me. Nobody's gonna even--C'mon,
Phoeb, take that goddam thing off your head. Nobody's gonna kill me."
She wouldn't take it off, though. You can't make her do something if she doesn't
want to. All she kept saying was, "Daddy s gonna kill you." You could hardly understand
her with that goddam pillow over her head.
"Nobody's gonna kill me. Use your head. In the first place, I'm going away. What
I may do, I may get a job on a ranch or something for a while. I know this guy whose
grandfather's got a ranch in Colorado. I may get a job out there," I said. "I'll keep in touch
with you and all when I'm gone, if I go. C'mon. Take that off your head. C'mon, hey,
Phoeb. Please. Please, willya?