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A Perfect Day for Bananafish
"Thelady?"Theyoungmanbrushedsomesandoutofhisthinhair."That’shardtosay,Sybil.Shemaybeinanyoneofathousandplaces.Atthehairdresser’s.Havingherhairdyedmink.Ormakingdollsforpoorchildren,inherroom."Lyingpronenow,hemadetwofists,setoneontopoftheother,andrestedhischinonthetopone."Askmesomethingelse,Sybil,"hesaid."That’safinebathingsuityouhaveon.Ifthere’sonethingIlike,it’sabluebathingsuit."
Sybilstaredathim,thenlookeddownatherprotrudingstomach."Thisisayellow,"shesaid."Thisisayellow."
"Itis?Comealittlecloser."
Sybiltookastepforward.
"You’reabsolutelyright.WhatafoolIam."
"Areyougoinginthewater?"Sybilsaid.
"I’mseriouslyconsideringit.I’mgivingitplentyofthought,Sybil,you’llbegladtoknow."
Sybilproddedtherubberfloatthattheyoungmansometimesusedasahead-rest."Itneedsair"shesaid.
"You’reright.ItneedsmoreairthanI’mwillingtoadmit."Hetookawayhisfistsandlethischinrestonthesand."Sybil,"hesaid,"you’relookingfine.It’sgoodtoseeyou.Tellmeaboutyourself."HereachedinfrontofhimandtookbothofSybil’sanklesinhishands."I’mCapricorn,"hesaid."Whatareyou?"
"SharonLipschutzsaidyoulether,sitonthepianoseatwithyou,"Sybilsaid.
"SharonLipschutzsaidthat?"
Sybilnoddedvigorously.
Heletgoofherankles,drewinhishands,andlaidthesideofhisfaceonhisrightforearm."Well,"hesaid,"youknowhowthosethingshappen,Sybil."
