Над пропастью во ржи

           Isortofputmyhandonhisshoulder."Okay?"Isaid. 

           "Wouldn’tyoulikeacupofhotchocolatebeforeyougo? Mrs.Spencerwouldbe—" 

           "Iwould,Ireallywould,butthethingis,Ihavetogetgoing. Ihavetogorighttothegym. Thanks,though.Thanksalot,sir." 

           Thenweshookhands.Andallthatcrap. Itmademefeelsadashell,though. 

           "I’lldropyoualine,sir. Takecareofyourgrippe,now." 

           "Good-by,boy." 

           AfterIshutthedoorandstartedbacktothelivingroom, heyelledsomethingatme,butIcouldn’texactlyhearhim. I’mprettysureheyelled"Goodluck!"atme. 

           Ihopetohellnot. I’dneveryell"Goodluck!"atanybody. Itsoundsterrible,whenyouthinkaboutit.