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I said.
"Nothing! I'm simply sitting here, admiring--"
"What're ya doing, anyway?" I said over again. I didn't know what the hell to say-
-I mean I was embarrassed as hell.
"How 'bout keeping your voice down? I'm simply sitting here--"
"I have to go, anyway," I said--boy, was I nervous! I started putting on my damn
pants in the dark. I could hardly get them on I was so damn nervous. I know more damn
perverts, at schools and all, than anybody you ever met, and they're always being perverty
when I'm around.
"You have to go where?" Mr. Antolini said. He was trying to act very goddam
casual and cool and all, but he wasn't any too goddam cool. Take my word.
"I left my bags and all at the station. I think maybe I'd better go down and get
them. I have all my stuff in them."
"They'll be there in the morning. Now, go back to bed. I'm going to bed myself.
What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing's the matter, it's just that all my money and stuff's in one of my bags. I'll
be right back. I'll get a cab and be right back," I said. Boy, I was falling all over myself in
the dark. "The thing is, it isn't mine, the money. It's my mother's, and I--"
"Don't be ridiculous, Holden. Get back in that bed. I'm going to bed myself. The
money will be there safe and sound in the morn--"
"No, no kidding. I gotta get going. I really do." I was damn near all dressed
already, except that I couldn't find my tie. I couldn't remember where I'd put my tie. I put
on my jacket and all without it. Old Mr. Antolini was sitting now in the big chair a little
ways away from me, watching me. It was dark and all and I couldn't see him so hot, but I
knew he was watching me, all right. He was still boozing, too. I could see his trusty
highball glass in his hand.
"You're a very, very strange boy."
"I know it," I said. I didn't even look around much for my tie. So I went without it.
"Good-by, sir," I said, "Thanks a lot. No kidding."
He kept walking right behind me when I went to the front door, and when I rang
the elevator bell he stayed in the damn doorway. All he said was that business about my
being a "very, very strange boy" again. Strange, my ass. Then he waited in the doorway
and all till the goddam elevator came. I never waited so long for an elevator in my whole
goddam life. I swear.
I didn't know what the hell to talk about while I was waiting for the elevator, and
he kept standing there, so I said, "I'm gonna start reading some good books. I really am."
<br />I mean you had to say something. It was very embarrassing.
"You grab your bags and scoot right on back here again. I'll leave the door
unlatched."
"Thanks a lot," I said. "G'by!" The elevator was finally there. I got in and went
down. Boy, I was shaking like a madman. I was sweating, too. When something perverty
like that happens, I start sweating like a bastard. That kind of stuff's happened to me
about twenty times since I was a kid. I can't stand it.
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When I got outside, it was just getting light out. It was pretty cold, too, but it felt
good because I was sweating so much.
I didn't know where the hell to go. I didn't want to go to another hotel and spend
all Phoebe's dough. So finally all I did was I walked over to Lexington and took the
subway down to Grand Central. My bags were there and all, and I figured I'd sleep in that
crazy waiting room where all the benches are. So that's what I did. It wasn't too bad for a
while because there weren't many people around and I could stick my feet up. But I don't
feel much like discussing it. It wasn't too nice. Don't ever try it. I mean it. It'll depress
you.
I only slept till around nine o'clock because a million people started coming in the
waiting room and I had to take my feet down. I can't sleep so hot if I have to keep my feet
on the floor. So I sat up. I still had that headache. It was even worse. And I think I was
more depressed than I ever was in my whole life.
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I didn't want to, but I started thinking about old Mr. Antolini and I wondered what
he'd tell Mrs. Antolini when she saw I hadn't slept there or anything. That part didn't
worry me too much, though, because I knew Mr. Antolini was very smart and that he
could make up something to tell her. He could tell her I'd gone home or something. That
part didn't worry me much. But what did worry me was the part about how I'd woke up
and found him patting me on the head and all. I mean I wondered if just maybe I was
wrong about thinking be was making a flitty pass at ne. I wondered if maybe he just liked
to pat guys on the head when they're asleep. I mean how can you tell about that stuff for
sure?