Над пропастью во ржи
Chapter 12
Icertainlybegantofeellikeaprizehorse’sass,though,sittingthereallbymyself.Therewasn’tanythingtodoexceptsmokeanddrink.WhatIdiddo,though,ItoldthewaitertoaskoldErnieifhe’dcaretojoinmeforadrink.ItoldhimtotellhimIwasD.B.’sbrother.Idon’tthinkheeverevengavehimmymessage,though.Thosebastardsnevergiveyourmessagetoanybody.
Allofasudden,thisgirlcameuptomeandsaid,"HoldenCaulfield!"HernamewasLillianSimmons.MybrotherD.B.usedtogoaroundwithherforawhile.Shehadverybigknockers.
"Hi,"Isaid.Itriedtogetup,naturally,butitwassomejobgettingup,inaplacelikethat.ShehadsomeNavyofficerwithherthatlookedlikehehadapokeruphisass.
"Howmarveloustoseeyou!"oldLillianSimmonssaid.Strictlyaphony."How’syourbigbrother?"That’sallshereallywantedtoknow.
"He’sfine.He’sinHollywood."
"InHollywood!Howmarvelous!What’shedoing?"
"Idon’tknow.Writing,"Isaid.Ididn’tfeellikediscussingit.Youcouldtellshethoughtitwasabigdeal,hisbeinginHollywood.Almosteverybodydoes.Mostlypeoplewho’veneverreadanyofhisstories.Itdrivesmecrazy,though.
"Howexciting,"oldLilliansaid.ThensheintroducedmetotheNavyguy.HisnamewasCommanderBloporsomething.Hewasoneofthoseguysthatthinkthey’rebeingapansyiftheydon’tbreakaroundfortyofyourfingerswhentheyshakehandswithyou.God,Ihatethatstuff.
