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- 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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2551 Big deal. I told her to meet me under the clock at the Biltmore at two o'clock, and not to
2552 be late, because the show probably started at two-thirty. She was always late. Then I hung
2553 up. She gave me a pain in the ass, but she was very good-looking.
2554 After I made the date with old Sally, I got out of bed and got dressed and packed
2555 my bag. I took a look out the window before I left the room, though, to see how all the
2556 perverts were doing, but they all had their shades down. They were the heighth of
2557 modesty in the morning. Then I went down in the elevator and checked out. I didn't see
2558 old Maurice around anywhere. I didn't break my neck looking for him, naturally, the
2559 bastard.
2560 I got a cab outside the hotel, but I didn't have the faintest damn idea where I was
2561 going. I had no place to go. It was only Sunday, and I couldn't go home till Wednesday--
2562 or Tuesday the soonest. And I certainly didn't feel like going to another hotel and getting
2563 my brains beat out. So what I did, I told the driver to take me to Grand Central Station. It
2564 was right near the Biltmore, where I was meeting Sally later, and I figured what I'd do, I'd
2565 check my bags in one of those strong boxes that they give you a key to, then get some
2566 breakfast. I was sort of hungry. While I was in the cab, I took out my wallet and sort of
2567 counted my money. I don't remember exactly what I had left, but it was no fortune or
2568 anything. I'd spent a king's ransom in about two lousy weeks. I really had. I'm a goddam
2569 spendthrift at heart. What I don't spend, I lose. Half the time I sort of even forget to pick
2570 up my change, at restaurants and night clubs and all. It drives my parents crazy. You can't
2571 blame them. My father's quite wealthy, though. I don't know how much he makes--he's
2572 never discussed that stuff with me--but I imagine quite a lot. He's a corporation lawyer.
2573 Those boys really haul it in. Another reason I know he's quite well off, he's always
2574 investing money in shows on Broadway. They always flop, though, and it drives my
2575 mother crazy when he does it. She hasn't felt too healthy since my brother Allie died.
2576 She's very nervous. That's another reason why I hated like hell for her to know I got the
2577 ax again.
2578 After I put my bags in one of those strong boxes at the station, I went into this
2579 little sandwich bar and bad breakfast. I had quite a large breakfast, for me--orange juice,
2580 bacon and eggs, toast and coffee. Usually I just drink some orange juice. I'm a very light
2581 eater. I really am. That's why I'm so damn skinny. I was supposed to be on this diet where
2582 you eat a lot of starches and crap, to gain weight and all, but I didn't ever do it. When I'm
2583 out somewhere, I generally just eat a Swiss cheese sandwich and a malted milk. It isn't
2584 much, but you get quite a lot of vitamins in the malted milk. H. V. Caulfield. Holden
2585 Vitamin Caulfield.
2586 While I was eating my eggs, these two nuns with suitcases and all--I guessed they
2587 were moving to another convent or something and were waiting for a train--came in and
2588 sat down next to me at the counter. They didn't seem to know what the hell to do with
2589 their suitcases, so I gave them a hand. They were these very inexpensive-looking
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