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A Perfect Day for Bananafish
"IwishIknewhowshetiedit.Itwasreallydarling."
"Itsoundsdarling,"Mrs.Carpenteragreed."Sybil,holdstill,pussy."
"Didyouseemoreglass?"saidSybil.
Mrs.Carpentersighed."Allright,"shesaid.Shereplacedthecaponthesun-tanoilbottle."Nowrunandplay,pussy.Mommy’sgoinguptothehotelandhaveaMartiniwithMrs.Hubbel.I’llbringyoutheolive."
Setloose,SybilimmediatelyrandowntotheflatpartofthebeachandbegantowalkinthedirectionofFisherman’sPavilion.Stoppingonlytosinkafootinasoggy,collapsedcastle,shewassoonoutoftheareareservedforguestsofthehotel.Shewalkedforaboutaquarterofamileandthensuddenlybrokeintoanobliquerunupthesoftpartofthebeach.Shestoppedshortwhenshereachedtheplacewhereayoungmanwaslyingonhisback.
"Areyougoinginthewater,seemoreglass?"shesaid.Theyoung-manstarted,hisrighthandgoingtothelapelsofhisterry-clothrobe.Heturnedoveronhisstomach,lettingasausagedtowelfallawayfromhiseyes,andsquintedupatSybil.
"Hey.Hello,Sybil.""Areyougoinginthewater?"
"Iwaswaitingforyou"saidtheyoungman."What’snew?"
"What?"saidSybil.
"What’snew?What’sontheprogram?"
"Mydaddy’scomingtomorrowonanairplane,"Sybilsaid,kickingsand.
"Notinmyface,baby,"theyoungmansaid,puttinghishandonSybil’sankle."Well,it’sabouttimehegothere,yourdaddy.I’vebeenexpectinghimhourly.Hourly."
"Where’sthelady?"Sybilsaid.
