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A Perfect Day for Bananafish
"I’mlistening."
"YourfathertalkedtoDr.Sivetski."
"Oh?"saidthegirl.
"Hetoldhimeverything.Atleast,hesaidhedid-youknowyourfather.Thetrees.Thatbusinesswiththewindow.ThosehorriblethingshesaidtoGrannyaboutherplansforpassingaway.WhathedidwithallthoselovelypicturesfromBermuda-everything."
"Well,"saidthegirl.
"Well.Inthefirstplace,hesaiditwasaperfectcrimetheArmyreleasedhimfromthehospital-mywordofhonor.Heverydefinitelytoldyourfatherthere’sachance-averygreatchance,hesaid-thatSeymourmaycompletelylosecontrolofhimself.Mywordofhonor."
"There’sapsychiatristhereatthehotel"saidthegirl.
"Who?What’shisname?"
"Idon’tknow.Rieserorsomething.He’ssupposedtobeverygood."
"Neverheardofhim."
"Well,he’ssupposedtobeverygood,anyway."
"Muriel,don’tbefresh,please.We’reveryworriedaboutyou.Yourfatherwantedtowireyoulastnighttocomehome,asamatteroff-"
"I’mnotcominghomerightnow,Mother.Sorelax."
"Muriel.Mywordofhonor.Dr.SivetskisaidSeymourmaycompletelylosecontr-"
"Ijustgothere,Mother.ThisisthefirstvacationI’vehadinyears,andI’mnotgoingtojustpackeverythingandcomehome,"saidthegirl."Icouldn’ttravelnowanyway.I’msosunburnedIcanhardlymove."
"You’rebadlysunburned?Didn’tyouusethatjarofBronzeIputinyourbag?Iputitright-"
"Iusedit.I’mburnedanyway."
"That’sterrible.Whereareyouburned?"
"Allover,dear,allover."
"That’sterrible."
