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"
Well
,
thank
you
.
Remember
me
to
him
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
's
a
grand
person
.
What
's
he
doing
now
?
"
She
was
getting
friendly
as
hell
,
all
of
a
sudden
.
"
Oh
,
you
know
.
Same
old
stuff
,
"
I
said
.
How
the
hell
did
I
know
what
he
was
doing
?
I
hardly
knew
the
guy
.
I
did
n't
even
know
if
he
was
still
at
Princeton
.
"
Look
,
"
I
said
.
"
Would
you
be
interested
in
meeting
me
for
a
cocktail
somewhere
?
"
"
By
any
chance
do
you
have
any
idea
what
time
it
is
?
"
she
said
.
"
What
's
your
name
,
anyhow
,
may
I
ask
?
"
She
was
getting
an
English
accent
,
all
of
a
sudden
.
"
You
sound
a
little
on
the
young
side
.
"
I
laughed
.
"
Thank
you
for
the
compliment
,
"
I
said
--
suave
as
hell
.
"
Holden
Caulfield
's
my
name
.
"
I
should
've
given
her
a
phony
name
,
but
I
did
n't
think
of
it
.
"
Well
,
look
,
Mr.
Cawffle
.
I
'm
not
in
the
habit
of
making
engagements
in
the
middle
of
the
night
.
I
'm
a
working
gal
.
"
"
Tomorrow
's
Sunday
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
Well
,
anyway
.
I
got
ta
get
my
beauty
sleep
.
You
know
how
it
is
.
"
"
I
thought
we
might
have
just
one
cocktail
together
.
It
is
n't
too
late
.
"
"
Well
.
You
're
very
sweet
,
"
she
said
.
"
Where
ya
callin
'
from
?
Where
ya
at
now
,
anyways
?
"
"
Me
?
I
'm
in
a
phone
booth
.
"
