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A Perfect Day for Bananafish
"I’lllive."
"Tellme,didyoutalktothispsychiatrist?"
"Well,sortof,"saidthegirl.
"What’dhesay?(WherewasSeymourwhenyoutalkedtohim?"
"IntheOceanRoom,playingthepiano.He’splayedthepianobothnightswe’vebeenhere."
"Well,what’dhesay?"
"Oh,nothingmuch.Hespoketomefirst.IwassittingnexttohimatBingolastnight,andheaskedmeifthatwasn’tmyhusbandplayingthepianointheotherroom.Isaidyes,itwas,andheaskedmeifSeymour’sbeensickorsomething.SoIsaid-"
"Why’dheaskthat?"
"Idon’tknow,Mother.Iguessbecausehe’ssopaleandall,"saidthegirl."Anyway,afterBingoheandhiswifeaskedmeifIwouldn’tliketojointhemforadrink.SoIdid.Hiswifewashorrible,YourememberthatawfuldinnerdresswesawinBonwit’swindow?Theoneyousaidyou’dhavetohaveatiny,tiny-"
"Thegreen?"
"Shehaditon.Andallhips.ShekeptaskingmeifSeymour’srelatedtothatSuzanneGlassthathasthatplaceonMadisonAvenue-themillinery."
"What’dhesay,though?Thedoctor."
"Oh.Well,nothingmuch,really.Imeanwewereinthebarandall.Itwasterriblynoisy.""
"Yes,butdid-didyoutellhimwhathetriedtodowithGranny’schair?"
"No,Mother.Ididn’tgointodetailsverymuch,"saidthegirl."I’llprobablygetachancetotalktohimagain.He’sinthebaralldaylong."
"Didhesayhethoughttherewasachancehemightget-youknow-funnyoranything?Dosomethingtoyou!"
"Notexactly,"saidthegirl."Hehadtohavemorefacts,Mother.
