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- 3927 reason I noticed it, her pajamas didn't have any sleeves.
3928 "This boy, Curtis Weintraub, that's in my class, pushed me while I was going
3929 down the stairs in the park," she said. "Wanna see?" She started taking the crazy adhesive
3930 tape off her arm.
3931 "Leave it alone. Why'd he push you down the stairs?"
3932 "I don't know. I think he hates me," old Phoebe said. "This other girl and me,
3933 Selma Atterbury, put ink and stuff all over his windbreaker."
3934 "That isn't nice. What are you--a child, for God's sake?"
3935 "No, but every time I'm in the park, he follows me everywhere. He's always
3936 following me. He gets on my nerves."
3937 "He probably likes you. That's no reason to put ink all--"
3938 "I don't want him to like me," she said. Then she started looking at me funny.
3939 "Holden," she said, "how come you're not home Wednesday?"
3940 "What?"
3941 Boy, you have to watch her every minute. If you don't think she's smart, you're
3942 mad.
3943 "How come you're not home Wednesday?" she asked me. "You didn't get kicked
3944 out or anything, did you?"
3945 "I told you. They let us out early. They let the whole--"
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3946 "You did get kicked out! You did!" old Phoebe said. Then she hit me on the leg
3947 with her fist. She gets very fisty when she feels like it. "You did! Oh, Holden!" She had
3948 her hand on her mouth and all. She gets very emotional, I swear to God.
3949 "Who said I got kicked out? Nobody said I--"
3950 "You did. You did," she said. Then she smacked me again with her fist. If you
3951 don't think that hurts, you're crazy. "Daddy'll kill you!" she said. Then she flopped on her
3952 stomach on the bed and put the goddam pillow over her head. She does that quite
3953 frequently. She's a true madman sometimes.
3954 "Cut it out, now," I said. "Nobody's gonna kill me. Nobody's gonna even--C'mon,
3955 Phoeb, take that goddam thing off your head. Nobody's gonna kill me."
3956 She wouldn't take it off, though. You can't make her do something if she doesn't
3957 want to. All she kept saying was, "Daddy s gonna kill you." You could hardly understand
3958 her with that goddam pillow over her head.
3959 "Nobody's gonna kill me. Use your head. In the first place, I'm going away. What
3960 I may do, I may get a job on a ranch or something for a while. I know this guy whose
3961 grandfather's got a ranch in Colorado. I may get a job out there," I said. "I'll keep in touch
3962 with you and all when I'm gone, if I go. C'mon. Take that off your head. C'mon, hey,
3963 Phoeb. Please. Please, willya?'
3964 She wouldn t take it off, though I tried pulling it off, but she's strong as hell. You
3965 get tired fighting with her. Boy, if she wants to keep a pillow over her head, she keeps it.
3966 "Phoebe, please. C'mon outa there," I kept saying. "C'mon, hey . . . Hey, Weatherfield.
3967 C'mon out."
3968 She wouldn't come out, though. You can't even reason with her sometimes.
3969 Finally, I got up and went out in the living room and got some cigarettes out of the box
3970 on the table and stuck some in my pocket. I was all out.
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3972 When I came back, she had the pillow off her head all right--I knew she would--
3973 but she still wouldn't look at me, even though she was laying on her back and all. When I
3974 came around the side of the bed and sat down again, she turned her crazy face the other
3975 way. She was ostracizing the hell out of me. Just like the fencing team at Pencey when I
3976 left all the goddam foils on the subway.
3977 "How's old Hazel Weatherfield?" I said. "You write any new stories about her? I
3978 got that one you sent me right in my suitcase. It's down at the station. It's very good."
3979 "Daddy'll kill you."
3980 Boy, she really gets something on her mind when she gets something on her mind.
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