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He
had
the
elevator
doors
all
shut
and
all
,
and
was
all
set
to
take
me
up
,
and
then
he
turned
around
and
said
,
"
They
ai
n't
in
.
They
're
at
a
party
on
the
fourteenth
floor
.
"
"
That
's
all
right
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
'm
supposed
to
wait
for
them
.
I
'm
their
nephew
.
"
He
gave
me
this
sort
of
stupid
,
suspicious
look
.
"
You
better
wait
in
the
lobby
,
fella
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'd
like
to
--
I
really
would
,
"
I
said
.
"
But
I
have
a
bad
leg
.
I
have
to
hold
it
in
a
certain
position
.
I
think
I
'd
better
sit
down
in
the
chair
outside
their
door
.
"
He
did
n't
know
what
the
hell
I
was
talking
about
,
so
all
he
said
was
"
Oh
"
and
took
me
up
.
Not
bad
,
boy
.
It
's
funny
.
All
you
have
to
do
is
say
something
nobody
understands
and
they
'll
do
practically
anything
you
want
them
to
.
I
got
off
at
our
floor
--
limping
like
a
bastard
--
and
started
walking
over
toward
the
Dicksteins
'
side
.
Then
,
when
I
heard
the
elevator
doors
shut
,
I
turned
around
and
went
over
to
our
side
.
I
was
doing
all
right
.
I
did
n't
even
feel
drunk
anymore
.
Then
I
took
out
my
door
key
and
opened
our
door
,
quiet
as
hell
.
Then
,
very
,
very
carefully
and
all
,
I
went
inside
and
closed
the
door
.
I
really
should
've
been
a
crook
.
It
was
dark
as
hell
in
the
foyer
,
naturally
,
and
naturally
I
could
n't
turn
on
any
lights
.
I
had
to
be
careful
not
to
bump
into
anything
and
make
a
racket
.
I
certainly
knew
I
was
home
,
though
.
Our
foyer
has
a
funny
smell
that
does
n't
smell
like
anyplace
else
.
I
do
n't
know
what
the
hell
it
is
.
It
is
n't
cauliflower
and
it
is
n't
perfume
--
I
do
n't
know
what
the
hell
it
is
--
but
you
always
know
you
're
home
.
I
started
to
take
off
my
coat
and
hang
it
up
in
the
foyer
closet
,
but
that
closet
's
full
of
hangers
that
rattle
like
madmen
when
you
open
the
door
,
so
I
left
it
on
.
Then
I
started
walking
very
,
very
slowly
back
toward
old
Phoebe
's
room
.
I
knew
the
maid
would
n't
hear
me
because
she
had
only
one
eardrum
.
She
had
this
brother
that
stuck
a
straw
down
her
ear
when
she
was
a
kid
,
she
once
told
me
.
She
was
pretty
deaf
and
all
.
But
my
parents
,
especially
my
mother
,
she
has
ears
like
a
goddam
bloodhound
.
So
I
took
it
very
,
very
easy
when
I
went
past
their
door
.
I
even
held
my
breath
,
for
God
's
sake
.
You
can
hit
my
father
over
the
head
with
a
chair
and
he
wo
n't
wake
up
,
but
my
mother
,
all
you
have
to
do
to
my
mother
is
cough
somewhere
in
Siberia
and
she
'll
hear
you
.
She
's
nervous
as
hell
.
Half
the
time
she
's
up
all
night
smoking
cigarettes
.
Finally
,
after
about
an
hour
,
I
got
to
old
Phoebe
's
room
.
She
was
n't
there
,
though
.
I
forgot
about
that
.
I
forgot
she
always
sleeps
in
D.
B.
's
room
when
he
's
away
in
Hollywood
or
some
place
.
She
likes
it
because
it
's
the
biggest
room
in
the
house
.
Also
because
it
has
this
big
old
madman
desk
in
it
that
D.
B.
bought
off
some
lady
alcoholic
in
Philadelphia
,
and
this
big
,
gigantic
bed
that
's
about
ten
miles
wide
and
ten
miles
long
.
I
do
n't
know
where
he
bought
that
bed
.
Anyway
,
old
Phoebe
likes
to
sleep
in
D.
B.
's
room
when
he
's
away
,
and
he
lets
her
.
You
ought
to
see
her
doing
her
homework
or
something
at
that
crazy
desk
.
It
's
almost
as
big
as
the
bed
.
You
can
hardly
see
her
when
she
's
doing
her
homework
.
That
's
the
kind
of
stuff
she
likes
,
though
.
She
does
n't
like
her
own
room
because
it
's
too
little
,
she
says
.
She
says
she
likes
to
spread
out
.
That
kills
me
.
What
's
old
Phoebe
got
to
spread
out
?
Nothing
.
