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The
reason
he
did
it
,
it
took
me
a
while
to
find
out
,
was
because
he
wanted
people
to
think
my
bags
were
his
.
He
really
did
.
He
was
a
very
funny
guy
,
that
way
.
He
was
always
saying
snotty
things
about
them
,
my
suitcases
,
for
instance
.
He
kept
saying
they
were
too
new
and
bourgeois
.
That
was
his
favorite
goddam
word
.
He
read
it
somewhere
or
heard
it
somewhere
.
Everything
I
had
was
bourgeois
as
hell
.
Even
my
fountain
pen
was
bourgeois
.
He
borrowed
it
off
me
all
the
time
,
but
it
was
bourgeois
anyway
.
We
only
roomed
together
about
two
months
.
Then
we
both
asked
to
be
moved
.
And
the
funny
thing
was
,
I
sort
of
missed
him
after
we
moved
,
because
he
had
a
helluva
good
sense
of
humor
and
we
had
a
lot
of
fun
sometimes
.
I
would
n't
be
surprised
if
he
missed
me
,
too
.
At
first
he
only
used
to
be
kidding
when
he
called
my
stuff
bourgeois
,
and
I
did
n't
give
a
damn
--
it
was
sort
of
funny
,
in
fact
.
Then
,
after
a
while
,
you
could
tell
he
was
n't
kidding
any
more
.
The
thing
is
,
it
's
really
hard
to
be
roommates
with
people
if
your
suitcases
are
much
better
than
theirs
--
if
yours
are
really
good
ones
and
theirs
are
n't
.
You
think
if
they
're
intelligent
and
all
,
the
other
person
,
and
have
a
good
sense
of
humor
,
that
they
do
n't
give
a
damn
whose
suitcases
are
better
,
but
they
do
.
They
really
do
.
It
's
one
of
the
reasons
why
I
roomed
with
a
stupid
bastard
like
Stradlater
.
At
least
his
suitcases
were
as
good
as
mine
.
Anyway
,
these
two
nuns
were
sitting
next
to
me
,
and
we
sort
of
struck
up
a
conversation
.
The
one
right
next
to
me
had
one
of
those
straw
baskets
that
you
see
nuns
and
Salvation
Army
babes
collecting
dough
with
around
Christmas
time
.
You
see
them
standing
on
corners
,
especially
on
Fifth
Avenue
,
in
front
of
the
big
department
stores
and
all
.
Anyway
,
the
one
next
to
me
dropped
hers
on
the
floor
and
I
reached
down
and
picked
it
up
for
her
.
I
asked
her
if
she
was
out
collecting
money
for
charity
and
all
.
She
said
no
.
She
said
she
could
n't
get
it
in
her
suitcase
when
she
was
packing
it
and
she
was
just
carrying
it
.
She
had
a
pretty
nice
smile
when
she
looked
at
you
.
She
had
a
big
nose
,
and
she
had
on
those
glasses
with
sort
of
iron
rims
that
are
n't
too
attractive
,
but
she
had
a
helluva
kind
face
.
"
I
thought
if
you
were
taking
up
a
collection
,
"
I
told
her
,
"
I
could
make
a
small
contribution
.
You
could
keep
the
money
for
when
you
do
take
up
a
collection
.
"
"
Oh
,
how
very
kind
of
you
,
"
she
said
,
and
the
other
one
,
her
friend
,
looked
over
at
me
.
The
other
one
was
reading
a
little
black
book
while
she
drank
her
coffee
.
It
looked
like
a
Bible
,
but
it
was
too
skinny
.
It
was
a
Bible-type
book
,
though
.
All
the
two
of
them
were
eating
for
breakfast
was
toast
and
coffee
.
That
depressed
me
.
I
hate
it
if
I
'm
eating
bacon
and
eggs
or
something
and
somebody
else
is
only
eating
toast
and
coffee
.
They
let
me
give
them
ten
bucks
as
a
contribution
.
They
kept
asking
me
if
I
was
sure
I
could
afford
it
and
all
.
I
told
them
I
had
quite
a
bit
of
money
with
me
,
but
they
did
n't
seem
to
believe
me
.
They
took
it
,
though
,
finally
.
The
both
of
them
kept
thanking
me
so
much
it
was
embarrassing
.
I
swung
the
conversation
around
to
general
topics
and
asked
them
where
they
were
going
.
They
said
they
were
schoolteachers
and
that
they
'd
just
come
from
Chicago
and
that
they
were
going
to
start
teaching
at
some
convent
on
168th
Street
or
186th
Street
or
one
of
those
streets
way
the
hell
uptown
.
The
one
next
to
me
,
with
the
iron
glasses
,
said
she
taught
English
and
her
friend
taught
history
and
American
government
.
Then
I
started
wondering
like
a
bastard
what
the
one
sitting
next
to
me
,
that
taught
English
,
thought
about
,
being
a
nun
and
all
,
when
she
read
certain
books
for
English
.
Books
not
necessarily
with
a
lot
of
sexy
stuff
in
them
,
but
books
with
lovers
and
all
in
them
.
Take
old
Eustacia
Vye
,
in
The
Return
of
the
Native
by
Thomas
Hardy
.
She
was
n't
too
sexy
or
anything
,
but
even
so
you
ca
n't
help
wondering
what
a
nun
maybe
thinks
about
when
she
reads
about
old
Eustacia
.
I
did
n't
say
anything
,
though
,
naturally
.
All
I
said
was
English
was
my
best
subject
.
"
Oh
,
really
?
Oh
,
I
'm
so
glad
!
"
the
one
with
the
glasses
,
that
taught
English
,
said
.
"
What
have
you
read
this
year
?
I
'd
be
very
interested
to
know
.
"
She
was
really
nice
.
"
Well
,
most
of
the
time
we
were
on
the
Anglo-Saxons
.
Beowulf
,
and
old
Grendel
,
and
Lord
Randal
My
Son
,
and
all
those
things
.
But
we
had
to
read
outside
books
for
extra
credit
once
in
a
while
.
I
read
The
Return
of
the
Native
by
Thomas
Hardy
,
and
Romeo
and
Juliet
and
Julius
--
"
"
Oh
,
Romeo
and
Juliet
!
Lovely
!
Did
n't
you
just
love
it
?
"
She
certainly
did
n't
sound
much
like
a
nun
.
