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"
A
bananafish
,
"
he
said
,
and
undid
the
belt
of
his
robe
.
He
took
off
the
robe
.
His
shoulders
were
white
and
narrow
,
and
his
trunks
were
royal
blue
.
He
folded
the
robe
,
first
lengthwise
,
then
in
thirds
.
He
unrolled
the
towel
he
had
used
over
his
eyes
,
spread
it
out
on
the
sand
,
and
then
laid
the
folded
robe
on
top
of
it
.
He
bent
over
,
picked
up
the
float
,
ad
secured
it
under
his
right
arm
.
Then
,
with
his
left
hand
,
he
took
Sybil
’
s
hand
.
The
two
started
to
walk
down
to
the
ocean
.
"
I
imagine
you
’
ve
seen
quite
a
few
bananafish
in
your
day
,
"
the
young
man
said
.
Sybil
shook
her
head
.
"
You
haven
’
t
?
Where
do
you
live
,
anyway
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Sybil
.
"
Sure
you
know
.
You
must
know
.
Sharon
Lipschutz
knows
where
she
lives
and
she
’
s
only
three
and
a
half
.
"
Sybil
stopped
walking
and
yanked
her
hand
away
from
him
.
She
picked
up
an
ordinary
beach
shell
and
looked
at
it
with
elaborate
interest
.
She
threw
it
down
.
"
Whirly
Wood
,
Connecticut
,
"
she
said
,
and
resumed
walking
,
stomach
foremost
.
"
Whirly
Wood
,
Connecticut
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
"
Is
that
anywhere
near
Whirly
Wood
,
Connecticut
,
by
any
chance
?
"
Sybil
looked
at
him
.
"
That
’
s
where
I
live
,
"
she
said
impatiently
.
"
I
live
in
Whirly
Wood
,
Connecticut
.
"
She
ran
a
few
steps
ahead
of
him
,
caught
up
her
left
foot
in
her
left
hand
,
and
hopped
two
or
three
times
.
"
You
have
no
idea
how
clear
that
makes
everything
,
"
the
young
man
said
.
