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I
was
smoking
a
cigarette
,
and
when
I
stood
up
to
say
good-by
to
them
,
by
mistake
I
blew
some
smoke
in
their
face
.
I
did
n't
mean
to
,
but
I
did
it
.
I
apologized
like
a
madman
,
and
they
were
very
polite
and
nice
about
it
,
but
it
was
very
embarrassing
anyway
.
After
they
left
,
I
started
getting
sorry
that
I
'd
only
given
them
ten
bucks
for
their
collection
.
But
the
thing
was
,
I
'd
made
that
date
to
go
to
a
matinee
with
old
Sally
Hayes
,
and
I
needed
to
keep
some
dough
for
the
tickets
and
stuff
.
I
was
sorry
anyway
,
though
.
Goddam
money
.
It
always
ends
up
making
you
blue
as
hell
.
After
I
had
my
breakfast
,
it
was
only
around
noon
,
and
I
was
n't
meeting
old
Sally
till
two
o'clock
,
so
I
started
taking
this
long
walk
.
I
could
n't
stop
thinking
about
those
two
nuns
.
I
kept
thinking
about
that
beatup
old
straw
basket
they
went
around
collecting
money
with
when
they
were
n't
teaching
school
.
I
kept
trying
to
picture
my
mother
or
somebody
,
or
my
aunt
,
or
Sally
Hayes
's
crazy
mother
,
standing
outside
some
department
store
and
collecting
dough
for
poor
people
in
a
beat-up
old
straw
basket
.
It
was
hard
to
picture
.
Not
so
much
my
mother
,
but
those
other
two
.
My
aunt
's
pretty
charitable
--
she
does
a
lot
of
Red
Cross
work
and
all
--
but
she
's
very
well-dressed
and
all
,
and
when
she
does
anything
charitable
she
's
always
very
well-dressed
and
has
lipstick
on
and
all
that
crap
.
I
could
n't
picture
her
doing
anything
for
charity
if
she
had
to
wear
black
clothes
and
no
lipstick
while
she
was
doing
it
.
And
old
Sally
Hayes
's
mother
.
Jesus
Christ
.
The
only
way
she
could
go
around
with
a
basket
collecting
dough
would
be
if
everybody
kissed
her
ass
for
her
when
they
made
a
contribution
.
If
they
just
dropped
their
dough
in
her
basket
,
then
walked
away
without
saying
anything
to
her
,
ignoring
her
and
all
,
she
'd
quit
in
about
an
hour
.
She
'd
get
bored
.
She
'd
hand
in
her
basket
and
then
go
someplace
swanky
for
lunch
.
That
's
what
I
liked
about
those
nuns
.
You
could
tell
,
for
one
thing
,
that
they
never
went
anywhere
swanky
for
lunch
.
It
made
me
so
damn
sad
when
I
thought
about
it
,
their
never
going
anywhere
swanky
for
lunch
or
anything
.
I
knew
it
was
n't
too
important
,
but
it
made
me
sad
anyway
.
I
started
walking
over
toward
Broadway
,
just
for
the
hell
of
it
,
because
I
had
n't
been
over
there
in
years
.
Besides
,
I
wanted
to
find
a
record
store
that
was
open
on
Sunday
.
There
was
this
record
I
wanted
to
get
for
Phoebe
,
called
"
Little
Shirley
Beans
.
"
It
was
a
very
hard
record
to
get
.
It
was
about
a
little
kid
that
would
n't
go
out
of
the
house
because
two
of
her
front
teeth
were
out
and
she
was
ashamed
to
.
I
heard
it
at
Pencey
.
A
boy
that
lived
on
the
next
floor
had
it
,
and
I
tried
to
buy
it
off
him
because
I
knew
it
would
knock
old
Phoebe
out
,
but
he
would
n't
sell
it
.
It
was
a
very
old
,
terrific
record
that
this
colored
girl
singer
,
Estelle
Fletcher
,
made
about
twenty
years
ago
.
She
sings
it
very
Dixieland
and
whorehouse
,
and
it
does
n't
sound
at
all
mushy
.
If
a
white
girl
was
singing
it
,
she
'd
make
it
sound
cute
as
hell
,
but
old
Estelle
Fletcher
knew
what
the
hell
she
was
doing
,
and
it
was
one
of
the
best
records
I
ever
heard
.
I
figured
I
'd
buy
it
in
some
store
that
was
open
on
Sunday
and
then
I
'd
take
it
up
to
the
park
with
me
.
It
was
Sunday
and
Phoebe
goes
rollerskating
in
the
park
on
Sundays
quite
frequently
.
I
knew
where
she
hung
out
mostly
.
It
was
n't
as
cold
as
it
was
the
day
before
,
but
the
sun
still
was
n't
out
,
and
it
was
n't
too
nice
for
walking
.
But
there
was
one
nice
thing
.
This
family
that
you
could
tell
just
came
out
of
some
church
were
walking
right
in
front
of
me
--
a
father
,
a
mother
,
and
a
little
kid
about
six
years
old
.
They
looked
sort
of
poor
.
The
father
had
on
one
of
those
pearl-gray
hats
that
poor
guys
wear
a
lot
when
they
want
to
look
sharp
.
He
and
his
wife
were
just
walking
along
,
talking
,
not
paying
any
attention
to
their
kid
.
The
kid
was
swell
.
He
was
walking
in
the
street
,
instead
of
on
the
sidewalk
,
but
right
next
to
the
curb
.
He
was
making
out
like
he
was
walking
a
very
straight
line
,
the
way
kids
do
,
and
the
whole
time
he
kept
singing
and
humming
.
I
got
up
closer
so
I
could
hear
what
he
was
singing
.
He
was
singing
that
song
,
"
If
a
body
catch
a
body
coming
through
the
rye
.
"
He
had
a
pretty
little
voice
,
too
.
He
was
just
singing
for
the
hell
of
it
,
you
could
tell
.
The
cars
zoomed
by
,
brakes
screeched
all
over
the
place
,
his
parents
paid
no
attention
to
him
,
and
he
kept
on
walking
next
to
the
curb
and
singing
"
If
a
body
catch
a
body
coming
through
the
rye
.
"
It
made
me
feel
better
.
It
made
me
feel
not
so
depressed
any
more
.
Broadway
was
mobbed
and
messy
.
It
was
Sunday
,
and
only
about
twelve
o'clock
,
but
it
was
mobbed
anyway
.
Everybody
was
on
their
way
to
the
movies
--
the
Paramount
or
the
Astor
or
the
Strand
or
the
Capitol
or
one
of
those
crazy
places
.
Everybody
was
all
dressed
up
,
because
it
was
Sunday
,
and
that
made
it
worse
.
But
the
worst
part
was
that
you
could
tell
they
all
wanted
to
go
to
the
movies
.
I
could
n't
stand
looking
at
them
.
I
can
understand
somebody
going
to
the
movies
because
there
's
nothing
else
to
do
,
but
when
somebody
really
wants
to
go
,
and
even
walks
fast
so
as
to
get
there
quicker
,
then
it
depresses
hell
out
of
me
.
Especially
if
I
see
millions
of
people
standing
in
one
of
those
long
,
terrible
lines
,
all
the
way
down
the
block
,
waiting
with
this
terrific
patience
for
seats
and
all
.
Boy
,
I
could
n't
get
off
that
goddam
Broadway
fast
enough
.
I
was
lucky
.
The
first
record
store
I
went
into
had
a
copy
of
"
Little
Shirley
Beans
.
"
They
charged
me
five
bucks
for
it
,
because
it
was
so
hard
to
get
,
but
I
did
n't
care
.
Boy
,
it
made
me
so
happy
all
of
a
sudden
.
I
could
hardly
wait
to
get
to
the
park
to
see
if
old
Phoebe
was
around
so
that
I
could
give
it
to
her
.
When
I
came
out
of
the
record
store
,
I
passed
this
drugstore
,
and
I
went
in
.
I
figured
maybe
I
'd
give
old
Jane
a
buzz
and
see
if
she
was
home
for
vacation
yet
.
So
I
went
in
a
phone
booth
and
called
her
up
.
The
only
trouble
was
,
her
mother
answered
the
phone
,
so
I
had
to
hang
up
.
I
did
n't
feel
like
getting
involved
in
a
long
conversation
and
all
with
her
.
I
'm
not
crazy
about
talking
to
girls
'
mothers
on
the
phone
anyway
.
I
should
've
at
least
asked
her
if
Jane
was
home
yet
,
though
.
It
would
n't
have
killed
me
.
But
I
did
n't
feel
like
it
.
You
really
have
to
be
in
the
mood
for
that
stuff
.
