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- 2082 down. She was the type that keeps you standing up for hours. "Isn't he handsome?" she
2083 said to the Navy guy. "Holden, you're getting handsomer by the minute." The Navy guy
2084 told her to come on. He told her they were blocking up the whole aisle. "Holden, come
2085 join us," old Lillian said. "Bring your drink."
2086 "I was just leaving," I told her. "I have to meet somebody." You could tell she was
2087 just trying to get in good with me. So that I'd tell old D.B. about it.
2088 "Well, you little so-and-so. All right for you. Tell your big brother I hate him,
2089 when you see him."
2090 Then she left. The Navy guy and I told each other we were glad to've met each
2091 other. Which always kills me. I'm always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm
2092 not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
2093 After I'd told her I had to meet somebody, I didn't have any goddam choice except
2094 to leave. I couldn't even stick around to hear old Ernie play something halfway decent.
2095 But I certainly wasn't going to sit down at a table with old Lillian Simmons and that Navy
2096 guy and be bored to death. So I left. It made me mad, though, when I was getting my
2097 coat. People are always ruining things for you.
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