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He
was
about
the
best
teacher
I
ever
had
,
Mr.
Antolini
.
He
was
a
pretty
young
guy
,
not
much
older
than
my
brother
D.
B.
,
and
you
could
kid
around
with
him
without
losing
your
respect
for
him
.
He
was
the
one
that
finally
picked
up
that
boy
that
jumped
out
the
window
I
told
you
about
,
James
Castle
.
Old
Mr.
Antolini
felt
his
pulse
and
all
,
and
then
he
took
off
his
coat
and
put
it
over
James
Castle
and
carried
him
all
the
way
over
to
the
infirmary
.
He
did
n't
even
give
a
damn
if
his
coat
got
all
bloody
.
When
I
got
back
to
D.
B.
's
room
,
old
Phoebe
'd
turned
the
radio
on
.
This
dance
music
was
coming
out
.
She
'd
turned
it
on
low
,
though
,
so
the
maid
would
n't
hear
it
.
You
should
've
seen
her
.
She
was
sitting
smack
in
the
middle
of
the
bed
,
outside
the
covers
,
with
her
legs
folded
like
one
of
those
Yogi
guys
.
She
was
listening
to
the
music
.
She
kills
me
.
"
C'mon
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
feel
like
dancing
?
"
I
taught
her
how
to
dance
and
all
when
she
was
a
tiny
little
kid
.
She
's
a
very
good
dancer
.
I
mean
I
just
taught
her
a
few
things
.
She
learned
it
mostly
by
herself
.
You
ca
n't
teach
somebody
how
to
really
dance
.
"
You
have
shoes
on
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
'll
take
'
em
off
.
C'mon
.
"
She
practically
jumped
off
the
bed
,
and
then
she
waited
while
I
took
my
shoes
off
,
and
then
I
danced
with
her
for
a
while
.
She
's
really
damn
good
.
I
do
n't
like
people
that
dance
with
little
kids
,
because
most
of
the
time
it
looks
terrible
.
I
mean
if
you
're
out
at
a
restaurant
somewhere
and
you
see
some
old
guy
take
his
little
kid
out
on
the
dance
floor
.
Usually
they
keep
yanking
the
kid
's
dress
up
in
the
back
by
mistake
,
and
the
kid
ca
n't
dance
worth
a
damn
anyway
,
and
it
looks
terrible
,
but
I
do
n't
do
it
out
in
public
with
Phoebe
or
anything
.
We
just
horse
around
in
the
house
.
It
's
different
with
her
anyway
,
because
she
can
dance
.
She
can
follow
anything
you
do
.
I
mean
if
you
hold
her
in
close
as
hell
so
that
it
does
n't
matter
that
your
legs
are
so
much
longer
.
She
stays
right
with
you
.
You
can
cross
over
,
or
do
some
corny
dips
,
or
even
jitterbug
a
little
,
and
she
stays
right
with
you
.
You
can
even
tango
,
for
God
's
sake
.
We
danced
about
four
numbers
.
In
between
numbers
she
's
funny
as
hell
.
She
stays
right
in
position
.
She
wo
n't
even
talk
or
anything
.
You
both
have
to
stay
right
in
position
and
wait
for
the
orchestra
to
start
playing
again
.
That
kills
me
.
You
're
not
supposed
to
laugh
or
anything
,
either
.
Anyway
,
we
danced
about
four
numbers
,
and
then
I
turned
off
the
radio
.
Old
Phoebe
jumped
back
in
bed
and
got
under
the
covers
.
"
I
'm
improving
,
are
n't
I
?
"
she
asked
me
.
"
And
how
,
"
I
said
.
I
sat
down
next
to
her
on
the
bed
again
.
I
was
sort
of
out
of
breath
.
I
was
smoking
so
damn
much
,
I
had
hardly
any
wind
.
She
was
n't
even
out
of
breath
.
"
Feel
my
forehead
,
"
she
said
all
of
a
sudden
.
