Catcher in the Rye J.Solomon B
Anyway, I really did go home after the carrousel. Firstly, Phoebe and I walked over to the pond and we sat and watched the ducks, you could see where the ice was starting to form around the edges of the pond I still didn’t have a goddam clue where the ducks go when the pond freezes over. After a while I could see phoebe getting cold but she didn’t wanna say, so we walked out of the park onto the east side, and took the bus to Grand Central, to get my goddam Gladstones out of the strong box there. Though it had stopped pouring out, I was still pretty wet. Boy, it rained a lot in New York while we were waiting for a cab Phoebe said that she was happy I could stay and see her in the play. To tell y’all the truth I’m kinda glad that I stayed and saw her in the play. I asked Phoebe where she thought the ducks went when the pond froze over, she said she didn’t know. I lit up a cigarette, I must have smoked ‘bout 10 packs since I left goddam Pencey.
