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Chapter 8
Practicallythewholecarwasempty,becauseitwasprettylateandall,butshesatdownnexttome,insteadofanemptyseat,becauseshehadthisbigbagwithherandIwassittinginthefrontseat. Shestuckthebagrightoutinthemiddleoftheaisle,wheretheconductorandeverybodycouldtripoverit.Shehadtheseorchidson,likeshe’djustbeentoabigpartyorsomething.Shewasaroundfortyorforty-five,Iguess,butshewasverygoodlooking. Womenkillme.Theyreallydo.Idon’tmeanI’moversexedoranythinglikethat—althoughIamquitesexy.Ijustlikethem,Imean.They’realwaysleavingtheirgoddambagsoutinthemiddleoftheaisle.
Anyway,weweresittingthere,andallofasuddenshesaidtome, "Excuseme,butisn’tthataPenceyPrepsticker?" Shewaslookingupatmysuitcases,upontherack.
"Yes,itis,"Isaid.Shewasright.IdidhaveagoddamPenceystickerononeofmyGladstones.Verycorny,I’lladmit.
"Oh,doyougotoPencey?"shesaid.Shehadanicevoice.Anicetelephonevoice,mostly.Sheshould’vecarriedagoddamtelephonearoundwithher.
"Yes,Ido,"Isaid.
"Oh,howlovely!Perhapsyouknowmyson,then,ErnestMorrow?HegoestoPencey."
"Yes,Ido.He’sinmyclass."
HersonwasdoubtlessthebiggestbastardthateverwenttoPencey,inthewholecrumbyhistoryoftheschool.
