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2514 I didn't sleep too long, because I think it was only around ten o'clock when I woke
2515 up. I felt pretty hungry as soon as I had a cigarette. The last time I'd eaten was those two
2516 hamburgers I had with Brossard and Ackley when we went in to Agerstown to the
2517 movies. That was a long time ago. It seemed like fifty years ago. The phone was right
2518 next to me, and I started to call down and have them send up some breakfast, but I was
2519 sort of afraid they might send it up with old Maurice. If you think I was dying to see him
2520 again, you're crazy. So I just laid around in bed for a while and smoked another cigarette.
2521 I thought of giving old Jane a buzz, to see if she was home yet and all, but I wasn't in the
2522 mood.
2523 What I did do, I gave old Sally Hayes a buzz. She went to Mary A. Woodruff, and
2524 I knew she was home because I'd had this letter from her a couple of weeks ago. I wasn't
2525 too crazy about her, but I'd known her for years. I used to think she was quite intelligent,
2526 in my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about the theater and
2527 plays and literature and all that stuff. If somebody knows quite a lot about those things, it
2528 takes you quite a while to find out whether they're really stupid or not. It took me years to
2529 find it out, in old Sally's case. I think I'd have found it out a lot sooner if we hadn't necked
2530 so damn much. My big trouble is, I always sort of think whoever I'm necking is a pretty
2531 intelligent person. It hasn't got a goddam thing to do with it, but I keep thinking it
2532 anyway.
2533 Anyway, I gave her a buzz. First the maid answered. Then her father. Then she
2534 got on. "Sally?" I said.
2535 "Yes--who is this?" she said. She was quite a little phony. I'd already told her
2536 father who it was.
2537 "Holden Caulfield. How are ya?"
2538 "Holden! I'm fine! How are you?"
2539 "Swell. Listen. How are ya, anyway? I mean how's school?"
2540 "Fine," she said. "I mean--you know."
2541 "Swell. Well, listen. I was wondering if you were busy today. It's Sunday, but
2542 there's always one or two matinees going on Sunday. Benefits and that stuff. Would you
2543 care to go?"
2544 "I'd love to. Grand."
2545 Grand. If there's one word I hate, it's grand. It's so phony. For a second, I was
2546 tempted to tell her to forget about the matinee. But we chewed the fat for a while. That is,
2547 she chewed it. You couldn't get a word in edgewise. First she told me about some
2548 Harvard guy-- it probably was a freshman, but she didn't say, naturally--that was rushing
2549 hell out of her. Calling her up night and day. Night and day--that killed me. Then she told
2550 me about some other guy, some West Point cadet, that was cutting his throat over her too.
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