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Chapter 17
"Becauseyoucan’t,that’sall.Inthefirstplace,we’rebothpracticallychildren.Anddidyoueverstoptothinkwhatyou’ddoifyoudidn’tgetajobwhenyourmoneyranout?We’dstarvetodeath.Thewholething’ssofantastic,itisn’teven—"
"Itisn’tfantastic.I’dgetajob.Don’tworryaboutthat.Youdon’thavetoworryaboutthat.What’sthematter?Don’tyouwanttogowithme?Sayso,ifyoudon’t."
"Itisn’tthat.Itisn’tthatatall,"oldSallysaid.Iwasbeginningtohateher,inaway."We’llhaveoodlesoftimetodothosethings—allthosethings.Imeanafteryougotocollegeandall,andifweshouldgetmarriedandall.There’llbeoodlesofmarvelousplacestogoto.You’rejust—"
"No,therewouldn’tbe.Therewouldn’tbeoodlesofplacestogotoatall.It’dbeentirelydifferent,"Isaid.Iwasgettingdepressedashellagain.
"What?"shesaid."Ican’thearyou.Oneminuteyouscreamatme,andthenextyou—"
"Isaidno,therewouldn’tbemarvelousplacestogotoafterIwenttocollegeandall.Openyourears.It’dbeentirelydifferent.We’dhavetogodownstairsinelevatorswithsuitcasesandstuff.We’dhavetophoneupeverybodyandtell‘emgood-byandsend‘empostcardsfromhotelsandall.AndI’dbeworkinginsomeoffice,makingalotofdough,andridingtoworkincabsandMadisonAvenuebuses,andreadingnewspapers,andplayingbridgeallthetime,andgoingtothemoviesandseeingalotofstupidshortsandcomingattractionsandnewsreels.Newsreels.Christalmighty.There’salwaysadumbhorserace,andsomedamebreakingabottleoveraship,andsomechimpanzeeridingagoddambicyclewithpantson.Itwouldn’tbethesameatall.Youdon’tseewhatImeanatall."
