Над пропастью во ржи

           Shewasgettingfunny,youcouldtell.Iwasafraidsomethinglikethatwouldhappen—Ireallywas.

           "Mauricesaidfive,"Itoldher."Hesaidfifteentillnoonandonlyfiveforathrow."

           "Tenforathrow."

           "Hesaidfive.I’msorry—Ireallyam—butthat’sallI’mgonnashellout."

           Shesortofshruggedhershoulders,thewayshedidbefore,andthenshesaid,verycold,"Doyoumindgettingmemyfrock?Orwoulditbetoomuchtrouble?"Shewasaprettyspookykid.Evenwiththatlittlebittyvoiceshehad,shecouldsortofscareyoualittlebit.Ifshe’dbeenabigoldprostitute,withalotofmakeuponherfaceandall,shewouldn’thavebeenhalfasspooky.

           Iwentandgotherdressforher.Sheputitonandall,andthenshepickedupherpolocoatoffthebed."Solong,crumb-bum,"shesaid.

           "Solong,"Isaid.Ididn’tthankheroranything.I’mgladIdidn’t.