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- 3037 thought they hadn't seen each other in twenty years. You'd have thought they'd taken
3038 baths in the same bathtub or something when they were little kids. Old buddyroos. It was
3039 nauseating. The funny part was, they probably met each other just once, at some phony
3040 party. Finally, when they were all done slobbering around, old Sally introduced us. His
3041 name was George something--I don't even remember--and he went to Andover. Big, big
3042 deal. You should've seen him when old Sally asked him how he liked the play. He was
3043 the kind of a phony that have to give themselves room when they answer somebody's
3044 question. He stepped back, and stepped right on the lady's foot behind him. He probably
3045 broke every toe in her body. He said the play itself was no masterpiece, but that the
3046 Lunts, of course, were absolute angels. Angels. For Chrissake. Angels. That killed me.
3047 Then he and old Sally started talking about a lot of people they both knew. It was the
3048 phoniest conversation you ever heard in your life. They both kept thinking of places as
3049 fast as they could, then they'd think of somebody that lived there and mention their name.
3050 I was all set to puke when it was time to go sit down again. I really was. And then, when
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3051 the next act was over, they continued their goddam boring conversation. They kept
3052 thinking of more places and more names of people that lived there. The worst part was,
3053 the jerk had one of those very phony, Ivy League voices, one of those very tired, snobby
3054 voices. He sounded just like a girl. He didn't hesitate to horn in on my date, the bastard. I
3055 even thought for a minute that he was going to get in the goddam cab with us when the
3056 show was over, because he walked about two blocks with us, but he had to meet a bunch
3057 of phonies for cocktails, he said. I could see them all sitting around in some bar, with
3058 their goddam checkered vests, criticizing shows and books and women in those tired,
3059 snobby voices. They kill me, those guys.
3060 I sort of hated old Sally by the time we got in the cab, after listening to that phony
3061 Andover bastard for about ten hours. I was all set to take her home and all--I really was--
3062 but she said, "I have a marvelous idea!" She was always having a marvelous idea.
3063 "Listen," she said. "What time do you have to be home for dinner? I mean are you in a
3064 terrible hurry or anything? Do you have to be home any special time?"
3065 "Me? No. No special time," I said. Truer word was never spoken, boy. "Why?"
3066 "Let's go ice-skating at Radio City!"
3067 That's the kind of ideas she always had.
3068 "Ice-skating at Radio City? You mean right now?"
3069 "Just for an hour or so. Don't you want to? If you don't want to--"
3070 "I didn't say I didn't want to," I said. "Sure. If you want to."
3071 "Do you mean it? Don't just say it if you don't mean it. I mean I don't give a darn,
3072 one way or the other."
3073 Not much she didn't.
3074 "You can rent those darling little skating skirts," old Sally said. "Jeannette Cultz
3075 did it last week."
3076 That's why she was so hot to go. She wanted to see herself in one of those little
3077 skirts that just come down over their butt and all.
3078 So we went, and after they gave us our skates, they gave Sally this little blue butt-
3079 twitcher of a dress to wear. She really did look damn good in it, though. I save to admit it.
3080 And don't think she didn't know it. The kept walking ahead of me, so that I'd see how
3081 cute her little ass looked. It did look pretty cute, too. I have to admit it.
3082 The funny part was, though, we were the worst skaters on the whole goddam rink.
3083 I mean the worst. And there were some lulus, too. Old Sally's ankles kept bending in till
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