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and I turned
around.
She was sitting way up in bed. She looked so pretty. "I'm taking belching lessons
from this girl, Phyllis Margulies," she said. "Listen."
I listened, and I heard something, but it wasn't much. "Good," I said. Then I went
out in the living room and called up this teacher I had, Mr. Antolini.
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I made it very snappy on the phone because I was afraid my parents would barge
in on me right in the middle of it. They didn't, though. Mr. Antolini was very nice. He
said I could come right over if I wanted to. I think I probably woke he and his wife up,
because it took them a helluva long time to answer the phone. The first thing he asked me
was if anything was wrong, and I said no. I said I'd flunked out of Pencey, though. I
thought I might as well tell him. He said "Good God," when I said that. He had a good
sense of humor and all. He told me to come right over if I felt like it.
He was about the best teacher I ever had, Mr. Antolini. He was a pretty young
guy, not much older than my brother D.B., and you could kid around with him without
losing your respect for him. He was the one that finally picked up that boy that jumped
out the window I told you about, James Castle. Old Mr. Antolini felt his pulse and all,
and then he took off his coat and put it over James Castle and carried him all the way
over to the infirmary. He didn't even give a damn if his coat got all bloody.
When I got back to D.B.'s room, old Phoebe'd turned the radio on. This dance
music was coming out. She'd turned it on low, though, so the maid wouldn't hear it. You
should've seen her. She was sitting smack in the middle of the bed, outside the covers,
with her legs folded like one of those Yogi guys. She was listening to the music. She kills
me.
"C'mon," I said. "You feel like dancing?" I taught her how to dance and all when
she was a tiny little kid. She's a very good dancer. I mean I just taught her a few things.
She learned it mostly by herself. You can't teach somebody how to really dance.
"You have shoes on," she said.
"I'll take 'em off. C'mon."
She practically jumped off the bed, and then she waited while I took my shoes off,
and then I danced with her for a while. She's really damn good. I don't like people that
dance with little kids, because most of the time it looks terrible. I mean if you're out at a
restaurant somewhere and you see some old guy take his little kid out on the dance floor.
Usually they keep yanking the kid's dress up in the back by mistake, and the kid can't
dance worth a damn anyway, and it looks terrible, but I don't do it out in public with
Phoebe or anything. We just horse around in the house. It's different with her anyway,
because she can dance. She can follow anything you do. I mean if you hold her in close
as hell so that it doesn't matter that your legs are so much longer. She stays right with
you. You can cross over, or do some corny dips, or even jitterbug a little, and she stays
right with you. You can even tango, for God's sake.
We danced about four numbers. In between numbers she's funny as hell. She stays
right in position. She won't even talk or anything. You both have to stay right in position
and wait for the orchestra to start playing again. That kills me. You're not supposed to
laugh or anything, either.
Anyway, we danced about four numbers, and then I turned off the radio. Old
Phoebe jumped back in bed and got under the covers. "I'm improving, aren't I?"