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It
scared
hell
out
of
old
Phoebe
when
I
started
doing
it
,
and
she
came
over
and
tried
to
make
me
stop
,
but
once
you
get
started
,
you
ca
n't
just
stop
on
a
goddam
dime
.
I
was
still
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
when
I
did
it
,
and
she
put
her
old
arm
around
my
neck
,
and
I
put
my
arm
around
her
,
too
,
but
I
still
could
n't
stop
for
a
long
time
.
I
thought
I
was
going
to
choke
to
death
or
something
.
Boy
,
I
scared
hell
out
of
poor
old
Phoebe
.
The
damn
window
was
open
and
everything
,
and
I
could
feel
her
shivering
and
all
,
because
all
she
had
on
was
her
pajamas
.
I
tried
to
make
her
get
back
in
bed
,
but
she
would
n't
go
.
Finally
I
stopped
.
But
it
certainly
took
me
a
long
,
long
time
.
Then
I
finished
buttoning
my
coat
and
all
.
I
told
her
I
'd
keep
in
touch
with
her
.
She
told
me
I
could
sleep
with
her
if
I
wanted
to
,
but
I
said
no
,
that
I
'd
better
beat
it
,
that
Mr.
Antolini
was
waiting
for
me
and
all
.
Then
I
took
my
hunting
hat
out
of
my
coat
pocket
and
gave
it
to
her
.
She
likes
those
kind
of
crazy
hats
.
She
did
n't
want
to
take
it
,
but
I
made
her
.
I
'll
bet
she
slept
with
it
on
.
She
really
likes
those
kind
of
hats
.
Then
I
told
her
again
I
'd
give
her
a
buzz
if
I
got
a
chance
,
and
then
I
left
.
It
was
a
helluva
lot
easier
getting
out
of
the
house
than
it
was
getting
in
,
for
some
reason
.
For
one
thing
,
I
did
n't
give
much
of
a
damn
any
more
if
they
caught
me
.
I
really
did
n't
.
I
figured
if
they
caught
me
,
they
caught
me
.
I
almost
wished
they
did
,
in
a
way
.
I
walked
all
the
way
downstairs
,
instead
of
taking
the
elevator
.
I
went
down
the
back
stairs
.
I
nearly
broke
my
neck
on
about
ten
million
garbage
pails
,
but
I
got
out
all
right
.
The
elevator
boy
did
n't
even
see
me
.
He
probably
still
thinks
I
'm
up
at
the
Dicksteins
'
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Antolini
had
this
very
swanky
apartment
over
on
Sutton
Place
,
with
two
steps
that
you
go
down
to
get
in
the
living
room
,
and
a
bar
and
all
.
I
'd
been
there
quite
a
few
times
,
because
after
I
left
Elkton
Hills
Mr.
Antoilni
came
up
to
our
house
for
dinner
quite
frequently
to
find
out
how
I
was
getting
along
.
He
was
n't
married
then
.
Then
when
he
got
married
,
I
used
to
play
tennis
with
he
and
Mrs.
Antolini
quite
frequently
,
out
at
the
West
Side
Tennis
Club
,
in
Forest
Hills
,
Long
Island
.
Mrs.
Antolini
,
belonged
there
.
She
was
lousy
with
dough
.
She
was
about
sixty
years
older
than
Mr.
Antolini
,
but
they
seemed
to
get
along
quite
well
.
For
one
thing
,
they
were
both
very
intellectual
,
especially
Mr.
Antolini
except
that
he
was
more
witty
than
intellectual
when
you
were
with
him
,
sort
of
like
D.
B.
Mrs.
Antolini
was
mostly
serious
.
She
had
asthma
pretty
bad
.
They
both
read
all
D.
B.
's
stories
--
Mrs.
Antolini
,
too
--
and
when
D.
B.
went
to
Hollywood
,
Mr.
Antolini
phoned
him
up
and
told
him
not
to
go
.
He
went
anyway
,
though
.
Mr.
Antolini
said
that
anybody
that
could
write
like
D.
B.
had
no
business
going
out
to
Hollywood
.
That
's
exactly
what
I
said
,
practically
.
I
would
have
walked
down
to
their
house
,
because
I
did
n't
want
to
spend
any
of
Phoebe
's
Christmas
dough
that
I
did
n't
have
to
,
but
I
felt
funny
when
I
got
outside
.
Sort
of
dizzy
.
So
I
took
a
cab
.
I
did
n't
want
to
,
but
I
did
.
I
had
a
helluva
time
even
finding
a
cab
.
Old
Mr.
Antolini
answered
the
door
when
I
rang
the
bell
--
after
the
elevator
boy
finally
let
me
up
,
the
bastard
.
He
had
on
his
bathrobe
and
slippers
,
and
he
had
a
highball
in
one
hand
.
He
was
a
pretty
sophisticated
guy
,
and
he
was
a
pretty
heavy
drinker
.
"
Holden
,
m
'
boy
!
"
he
said
.
"
My
God
,
he
's
grown
another
twenty
inches
.
Fine
to
see
you
.
"
"
How
are
you
,
Mr.
Antolini
?
How
's
Mrs.
Antolini
?
"
"
We
're
both
just
dandy
.
Let
's
have
that
coat
.
"
He
took
my
coat
off
me
and
hung
it
up
.
"
I
expected
to
see
a
day-old
infant
in
your
arms
.
Nowhere
to
turn
.
Snowflakes
in
your
eyelashes
.
"
He
's
a
very
witty
guy
sometimes
.
He
turned
around
and
yelled
out
to
the
kitchen
,
"
Lillian
!
How
's
the
coffee
coming
?
"
Lillian
was
Mrs.
Antolini
's
first
name
.
"
It
's
all
ready
,
"
she
yelled
back
.
"
Is
that
Holden
?
Hello
,
Holden
!
"
"
Hello
,
Mrs.
Antolini
!
"
