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1622 her little finger at me in the dark, right in front of my face. She's all right. You'd like her. 1623 The only trouble is, she's a little too affectionate sometimes. She's very emotional, for a 1624 child. She really is. Something else she does, she writes books all the time. Only, she 1625 doesn't finish them. They're all about some kid named Hazel Weatherfield--only old 1626 Phoebe spells it "Hazle." Old Hazle Weatherfield is a girl detective. She's supposed to be 1627 an orphan, but her old man keeps showing up. Her old man's always a "tall attractive 1628 gentleman about 20 years of age." That kills me. Old Phoebe. I swear to God you'd like 1629 her. She was smart even when she was a very tiny little kid. When she was a very tiny 1630 little kid, I and Allie used to take her to the park with us, especially on Sundays. Allie had 1631 this sailboat he used to like to fool around with on Sundays, and we used to take old 1632 Phoebe with us. She'd wear white gloves and walk right between us, like a lady and all. 1633 And when Allie and I were having some conversation about things in general, old 1634 Phoebe'd be listening. Sometimes you'd forget she was around, because she was such a 1635 little kid, but she'd let you know. She'd interrupt you all the time. She'd give Allie or I a 1636 push or something, and say, "Who? Who said that? Bobby or the lady?" And we'd tell her 1637 who said it, and she'd say, "Oh," and go right on listening and all. She killed Allie, too. I 1638 mean he liked her, too. She's ten now, and not such a tiny little kid any more, but she still 1639 kills everybody--everybody with any sense, anyway. 1640 Anyway, she was somebody you always felt like talking to on the phone. But I 1641 was too afraid my parents would answer, and then they'd find out I was in New York and 1642 kicked out of Pencey and all. So I just finished putting on my shirt. Then I got all ready 1643 and went down in the elevator to the lobby to see what was going on. 1644 Except for a few pimpy-looking guys, and a few whory-looking blondes, the 1645 lobby was pretty empty. But you could hear the band playing in the Lavender Room, and 1646 so I went in there. It wasn't very crowded, but they gave me a lousy table anyway--way in 1647 the back. I should've waved a buck under the head-waiter's nose. In New York, boy, 1648 money really talks--I'm not kidding. 1649 The band was putrid. Buddy Singer. Very brassy, but not good brassy--corny 1650 brassy. Also, there were very few people around my age in the place. In fact, nobody was 1651 around my age. They were mostly old, show-offy-looking guys with their dates. Except at
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