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4333 Mr. and Mrs. Antolini had this very swanky apartment over on Sutton Place, with
4334 two steps that you go down to get in the living room, and a bar and all. I'd been there
4335 quite a few times, because after I left Elkton Hills Mr. Antoilni came up to our house for
4336 dinner quite frequently to find out how I was getting along. He wasn't married then. Then
4337 when he got married, I used to play tennis with he and Mrs. Antolini quite frequently, out
4338 at the West Side Tennis Club, in Forest Hills, Long Island. Mrs. Antolini, belonged there.
4339 She was lousy with dough. She was about sixty years older than Mr. Antolini, but they
4340 seemed to get along quite well. For one thing, they were both very intellectual, especially
4341 Mr. Antolini except that he was more witty than intellectual when you were with him,
4342 sort of like D.B. Mrs. Antolini was mostly serious. She had asthma pretty bad. They both
4343 read all D.B.'s stories--Mrs. Antolini, too--and when D.B. went to Hollywood, Mr.
4344 Antolini phoned him up and told him not to go. He went anyway, though. Mr. Antolini
4345 said that anybody that could write like D.B. had no business going out to Hollywood.
4346 That's exactly what I said, practically.
4347 I would have walked down to their house, because I didn't want to spend any of
4348 Phoebe's Christmas dough that I didn't have to, but I felt funny when I got outside. Sort of
4349 dizzy. So I took a cab. I didn't want to, but I did. I had a helluva time even finding a cab.
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4350 Old Mr. Antolini answered the door when I rang the bell--after the elevator boy
4351 finally let me up, the bastard. He had on his bathrobe and slippers, and he had a highball
4352 in one hand. He was a pretty sophisticated guy, and he was a pretty heavy drinker.
4353 "Holden, m'boy!" he said. "My God, he's grown another twenty inches. Fine to see you."
4354 "How are you, Mr. Antolini? How's Mrs. Antolini?"
4355 "We're both just dandy. Let's have that coat." He took my coat off me and hung it
4356 up. "I expected to see a day-old infant in your arms. Nowhere to turn. Snowflakes in your
4357 eyelashes." He's a very witty guy sometimes. He turned around and yelled out to the
4358 kitchen, "Lillian! How's the coffee coming?" Lillian was Mrs. Antolini's first name.
4359 "It's all ready," she yelled back. "Is that Holden? Hello, Holden!"
4360 "Hello, Mrs. Antolini!"
4361 You were always yelling when you were there. That's because the both of them
4362 were never in the same room at the same time. It was sort of funny.
4363 "Sit down, Holden," Mr. Antolini said. You could tell he was a little oiled up. The
4364 room looked like they'd just had a party. Glasses were all over the place, and dishes with
4365 peanuts in them. "Excuse the appearance of the place," he said. "We've been entertaining
4366 some Buffalo friends of Mrs. Antolini's . . . Some buffaloes, as a matter of fact."
4367 I laughed, and Mrs. Antolini yelled something in to me from the kitchen, but I
4368 couldn't hear her. "What'd she say?" I asked Mr. Antolini.
4369 "She said not to look at her when she comes in. She just arose from the sack.
4370 Have a cigarette. Are you smoking now?"
4371 "Thanks," I said. I took a cigarette from the box he offered me. "Just once in a
4372 while. I'm a moderate smoker."
4373 "I'll bet you are," he said. He gave me a light from this big lighter off the table.
4374 "So. You and Pencey are no longer one," he said. He always said things that way.
4375 Sometimes it amused me a lot and sometimes it didn't. He sort of did it a little bit too
4376 much. I don't mean he wasn't witty or anything--he was--but sometimes it gets on your
4377 nerves when somebody's always saying things like "So you and Pencey are no longer
4378 one." D.B. does it too much sometimes, too.
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