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- 973 everything backasswards." He looked at me. "No wonder you're flunking the hell out of
974 here," he said. "You don't do one damn thing the way you're supposed to. I mean it. Not
975 one damn thing."
976 "All right, give it back to me, then," I said. I went over and pulled it right out of
977 his goddam hand. Then I tore it up.
978 "What the hellja do that for?" he said.
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979 I didn't even answer him. I just threw the pieces in the wastebasket. Then I lay
980 down on my bed, and we both didn't say anything for a long time. He got all undressed,
981 down to his shorts, and I lay on my bed and lit a cigarette. You weren't allowed to smoke
982 in the dorm, but you could do it late at night when everybody was asleep or out and
983 nobody could smell the smoke. Besides, I did it to annoy Stradlater. It drove him crazy
984 when you broke any rules. He never smoked in the dorm. It was only me.
985 He still didn't say one single solitary word about Jane. So finally I said, "You're
986 back pretty goddam late if she only signed out for nine-thirty. Did you make her be late
987 signing in?"
988 He was sitting on the edge of his bed, cutting his goddam toenails, when I asked
989 him that. "Coupla minutes," he said. "Who the hell signs out for nine-thirty on a Saturday
990 night?" God, how I hated him.
991 "Did you go to New York?" I said.
992 "Ya crazy? How the hell could we go to New York if she only signed out for
993 nine-thirty?"
994 "That's tough."
995 He looked up at me. "Listen," he said, "if you're gonna smoke in the room, how
996 'bout going down to the can and do it? You may be getting the hell out of here, but I have
997 to stick around long enough to graduate."
998 I ignored him. I really did. I went right on smoking like a madman. All I did was
999 sort of turn over on my side and watched him cut his damn toenails. What a school. You
1000 were always watching somebody cut their damn toenails or squeeze their pimples or
1001 something.
1002 "Did you give her my regards?" I asked him.
1003 "Yeah."
1004 The hell he did, the bastard.
1005 "What'd she say?" I said. "Did you ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the
1006 back row?"
1007 "No, I didn't ask her. What the hell ya think we did all night--play checkers, for
1008 Chrissake?"
1009 I didn't even answer him. God, how I hated him.
1010 "If you didn't go to New York, where'd ya go with her?" I asked him, after a little
1011 while. I could hardly keep my voice from shaking all over the place. Boy, was I getting
1012 nervous. I just had a feeling something had gone funny.
1013 He was finished cutting his damn toenails. So he got up from the bed, in just his
1014 damn shorts and all, and started getting very damn playful. He came over to my bed and
1015 started leaning over me and taking these playful as hell socks at my shoulder. "Cut it
1016 out," I said. "Where'd you go with her if you didn't go to New York?"
1017 "Nowhere. We just sat in the goddam car." He gave me another one of those
1018 playtul stupid little socks on the shoulder.
1019 "Cut it out," I said. "Whose car?"
1020 "Ed Banky's."
1021 Ed Banky was the basketball coach at Pencey. Old Stradlater was one of his pets,
1022 because he was the center on the team, and Ed Banky always let him borrow his car when
1023 he wanted it. It wasn't allowed for students to borrow faculty guys' cars, but all the
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