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I
ca
n't
wait
around
till
Wednesday
any
more
so
I
will
probably
hitch
hike
out
west
this
afternoon
.
Meet
me
at
the
Museum
of
art
near
the
door
at
quarter
past
12
if
you
can
and
I
will
give
you
your
Christmas
dough
back
.
I
did
n't
spend
much
.
Love
,
HOLDEN
Her
school
was
practically
right
near
the
museum
,
and
she
had
to
pass
it
on
her
way
home
for
lunch
anyway
,
so
I
knew
she
could
meet
me
all
right
.
Then
I
started
walking
up
the
stairs
to
the
principal
's
office
so
I
could
give
the
note
to
somebody
that
would
bring
it
to
her
in
her
classroom
.
I
folded
it
about
ten
times
so
nobody
'd
open
it
.
You
ca
n't
trust
anybody
in
a
goddam
school
.
But
I
knew
they
'd
give
it
to
her
if
I
was
her
brother
and
all
.
While
I
was
walking
up
the
stairs
,
though
,
all
of
a
sudden
I
thought
I
was
going
to
puke
again
.
Only
,
I
did
n't
.
I
sat
down
for
a
second
,
and
then
I
felt
better
.
But
while
I
was
sitting
down
,
I
saw
something
that
drove
me
crazy
.
Somebody
'd
written
"
Fuck
you
"
on
the
wall
.
It
drove
me
damn
near
crazy
.
I
thought
how
Phoebe
and
all
the
other
little
kids
would
see
it
,
and
how
they
'd
wonder
what
the
hell
it
meant
,
and
then
finally
some
dirty
kid
would
tell
them
--
all
cockeyed
,
naturally
--
what
it
meant
,
and
how
they
'd
all
think
about
it
and
maybe
even
worry
about
it
for
a
couple
of
days
.
I
kept
wanting
to
kill
whoever
'd
written
it
.
I
figured
it
was
some
perverty
bum
that
'd
sneaked
in
the
school
late
at
night
to
take
a
leak
or
something
and
then
wrote
it
on
the
wall
.
I
kept
picturing
myself
catching
him
at
it
,
and
how
I
'd
smash
his
head
on
the
stone
steps
till
he
was
good
and
goddam
dead
and
bloody
.
But
I
knew
,
too
,
I
would
n't
have
the
guts
to
do
it
.
I
knew
that
.
That
made
me
even
more
depressed
.
I
hardly
even
had
the
guts
to
rub
it
off
the
wall
with
my
hand
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
I
was
afraid
some
teacher
would
catch
me
rubbing
it
off
and
would
think
I
'd
written
it
.
But
I
rubbed
it
out
anyway
,
finally
.
Then
I
went
on
up
to
the
principal
's
office
.
The
principal
did
n't
seem
to
be
around
,
but
some
old
lady
around
a
hundred
years
old
was
sitting
at
a
typewriter
.
I
told
her
I
was
Phoebe
Caulfield
's
brother
,
in
4B-1
,
and
I
asked
her
to
please
give
Phoebe
the
note
.
I
said
it
was
very
important
because
my
mother
was
sick
and
would
n't
have
lunch
ready
for
Phoebe
and
that
she
'd
have
to
meet
me
and
have
lunch
in
a
drugstore
.
She
was
very
nice
about
it
,
the
old
lady
.
She
took
the
note
off
me
and
called
some
other
lady
,
from
the
next
office
,
and
the
other
lady
went
to
give
it
to
Phoebe
.
Then
the
old
lady
that
was
around
a
hundred
years
old
and
I
shot
the
breeze
for
a
while
,
She
was
pretty
nice
,
and
I
told
her
how
I
'd
gone
there
to
school
,
too
,
and
my
brothers
.
She
asked
me
where
I
went
to
school
now
,
and
I
told
her
Pencey
,
and
she
said
Pencey
was
a
very
good
school
.
Even
if
I
'd
wanted
to
,
I
would
n't
have
had
the
strength
to
straighten
her
out
.
Besides
,
if
she
thought
Pencey
was
a
very
good
school
,
let
her
think
it
.
You
hate
to
tell
new
stuff
to
somebody
around
a
hundred
years
old
.
They
do
n't
like
to
hear
it
.
Then
,
after
a
while
,
I
left
.
It
was
funny
.
She
yelled
"
Good
luck
!
"
at
me
the
same
way
old
Spencer
did
when
I
left
Pencey
.
God
,
how
I
hate
it
when
somebody
yells
"
Good
luck
!
"
at
me
when
I
'm
leaving
somewhere
.
It
's
depressing
.
I
went
down
by
a
different
staircase
,
and
I
saw
another
"
Fuck
you
"
on
the
wall
.
I
tried
to
rub
it
off
with
my
hand
again
,
but
this
one
was
scratched
on
,
with
a
knife
or
something
.
It
would
n't
come
off
.
It
's
hopeless
,
anyway
.
If
you
had
a
million
years
to
do
it
in
,
you
could
n't
rub
out
even
half
the
"
Fuck
you
"
signs
in
the
world
.
It
's
impossible
.
I
looked
at
the
clock
in
the
recess
yard
,
and
it
was
only
twenty
to
twelve
,
so
I
had
quite
a
lot
of
time
to
kill
before
I
met
old
Phoebe
.
But
I
just
walked
over
to
the
museum
anyway
.
There
was
n't
anyplace
else
to
go
.
I
thought
maybe
I
might
stop
in
a
phone
booth
and
give
old
Jane
Gallagher
a
buzz
before
I
started
bumming
my
way
west
,
but
I
was
n't
in
the
mood
.
For
one
thing
,
I
was
n't
even
sure
she
was
home
for
vacation
yet
.
So
I
just
went
over
to
the
museum
,
and
hung
around
.
While
I
was
waiting
around
for
Phoebe
in
the
museum
,
right
inside
the
doors
and
all
,
these
two
little
kids
came
up
to
me
and
asked
me
if
I
knew
where
the
mummies
were
.
The
one
little
kid
,
the
one
that
asked
me
,
had
his
pants
open
.
I
told
him
about
it
.
So
he
buttoned
them
up
right
where
he
was
standing
talking
to
me
--
he
did
n't
even
bother
to
go
behind
a
post
or
anything
.
He
killed
me
.
I
would
've
laughed
,
but
I
was
afraid
I
'd
feel
like
vomiting
again
,
so
I
did
n't
.
"
Where
're
the
mummies
,
fella
?
"
the
kid
said
again
.
"
Ya
know
?
"
