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449 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 13:53:10 ID:c2Y1sYsa - dy gave too much of a damn about old Columbus, but you always had a lot of candy
and gum and stuff with you, and the inside of that auditorium had such a nice s
mell. It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you
were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world. I loved that damn museum. I
remember you had to go through the Indian Room to get to the auditorium. It was
a long, long room, and you were only supposed to whisper. The teacher would go
first, then the class. You'd be two rows of kids, and you'd have a partner. Most
of the time my partner was this girl named Gertrude Levine. She always wanted t
o hold your hand, and her hand was always sticky or sweaty or something. The flo
or was all stone, and if you had some marbles in your hand and you dropped them,
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496 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 14:25:41 ID:c2Y1sYsa - Allie and I, if we were with our parents and all, we used to move our seats and
go way down so we could watch him. He's the best drummer I ever saw. He only ge
ts a chance to bang them a couple of times during a whole piece, but he never lo
oks bored when he isn't doing it. Then when he does bang them, he does it so nic
e and sweet, with this nervous expression on his face. One time when we went to
Washington with my father, Allie sent him a postcard, but I'll bet he never got
it. We weren't too sure how to address it.
After the Christmas thing was over, the goddam picture started. It was s
o putrid I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was about this English guy, Alec som
ething, that was in the war and loses his memory in the hospital and all. He com
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506 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 14:32:04 ID:c2Y1sYsa - ave these two French babes, Tina and Janine, come out and play the piano and sin
g about three times every night. One of them played the piano--strictly lousy--a
nd the other one sang, and most of the songs were either pretty dirty or in Fren
ch. The one that sang, old Janine, was always whispering into the goddam microph
one before she sang. She'd say, "And now we like to geeve you our impression of
Vooly Voo Fransay. Eet ees the story of a leetle Fransh girl who comes to a beeg
ceety, just like New York, and falls een love wees a leetle boy from Brookleen.
We hope you like eet." Then, when she was all done whispering and being cute as
hell, she'd sing some dopey song, half in English and half in French, and drive
all the phonies in the place mad with joy. If you sat around there long enough
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532 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 15:25:40 ID:c2Y1sYsa - t?"
"I can't hear you. Go to bed now. I have to go. Call me tomorrow."
"Hey, Sally! You want me trimma tree for ya? Ya want me to? Huh?"
"Yes. Good night. Go home and go to bed."
She hung up on me.
"G'night. G'night, Sally baby. Sally sweetheart darling," I said. Can yo
u imagine how drunk I was? I hung up too, then. I figured she probably just came
home from a date. I pictured her out with the Lunts and all somewhere, and that
Andover jerk. All of them swimming around in a goddam pot of tea and saying sop
histicated stuff to each other and being charming and phony. I wished to God I h
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609 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 16:35:21 ID:c2Y1sYsa - nobody could hear me, but I did it. It scared hell out of old Phoebe when I sta
rted doing it, and she came over and tried to make me stop, but once you get sta
rted, you can't just stop on a goddam dime. I was still sitting on the edge of t
he bed when I did it, and she put her old arm around my neck, and I put my arm a
round her, too, but I still couldn'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, bec
ause all she had on was her pajamas. I tried to make her get back in bed, but sh
e wouldn't go. Finally I stopped. But it certainly took me a long, long time. Th
en I finished buttoning my coat and all. I told her I'd keep in touch with her.
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674 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 17:09:14 ID:c2Y1sYsa - with weren't enjoying it too much. They stuck close as hell to me, and the one t
hat didn't talk at all practically was holding onto my sleeve. "Let's go," he sa
id to his brother. "I seen 'em awreddy. C'mon, hey." He turned around and beat i
t.
"He's got a yella streak a mile wide," the other one said. "So long!" He
beat it too.
I was the only one left in the tomb then. I sort of liked it, in a way.
It was so nice and peaceful. Then, all of a sudden, you'd never guess what I saw
on the wall. Another "Fuck you." It was written with a red crayon or something,
right under the glass part of the wall, under the stones.
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684 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 17:29:34 ID:c2Y1sYsa - ying when I said that. I said it anyway, though, "C'mon, now. I'll walk you back
to school. C'mon, now. You'll be late."
She wouldn't answer me or anything. I sort of tried to get hold of her o
ld hand, but she wouldn't let me. She kept turning around on me.
"Didja have your lunch? Ya had your lunch yet?" I asked her.
She wouldn't answer me. All she did was, she took off my red hunting hat
--the one I gave her--and practically chucked it right in my face. Then she turn
ed her back on me again. It nearly killed me, but I didn't say anything. I just
picked it up and stuck it in my coat pocket.
"Come on, hey. I'll walk you back to school," I said.
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695 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 17:36:05 ID:c2Y1sYsa - her kids on the ride, and the song the carrousel was playing was "Smoke Gets in
Your Eyes." It was playing it very jazzy and funny. All the kids kept trying to
grab for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she'd fa
ll off the goddam horse, but I didn't say anything or do anything. The thing wit
h kids is, if they want to grab the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and n
ot say anything. If they fall off they fall off, but it's bad if you say anythin
g to them.
When the ride was over she got off her horse and came over to me. "You r
ide once, too, this time," she said.
"No, I'll just watch ya. I think I'll just watch," I said. I gave her so
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