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           "Idon’tknow.Ithinkhehatesme,"oldPhoebesaid."Thisothergirlandme,SelmaAtterbury,putinkandstuffalloverhiswindbreaker."

           "Thatisn’tnice.Whatareyou—achild,forGod’ssake?"

           "No,buteverytimeI’minthepark,hefollowsmeeverywhere.He’salwaysfollowingme.Hegetsonmynerves."

           "Heprobablylikesyou.That’snoreasontoputinkall—"

           "Idon’twanthimtolikeme,"shesaid.Thenshestartedlookingatmefunny."Holden,"shesaid,"howcomeyou’renothomeWednesday?"

           "What?"

           Boy,youhavetowatchhereveryminute.Ifyoudon’tthinkshe’ssmart,you’remad.

           "Howcomeyou’renothomeWednesday?"sheaskedme."Youdidn’tgetkickedoutoranything,didyou?"

           "Itoldyou.Theyletusoutearly.Theyletthewhole—"

           "Youdidgetkickedout!Youdid!"oldPhoebesaid.Thenshehitmeonthelegwithherfist.Shegetsveryfistywhenshefeelslikeit."Youdid!Oh,Holden!"Shehadherhandonhermouthandall.Shegetsveryemotional,IsweartoGod.

           "WhosaidIgotkickedout?NobodysaidI—"

           "Youdid.Youdid,"shesaid.Thenshesmackedmeagainwithherfist.Ifyoudon’tthinkthathurts,you’recrazy."Daddy’llkillyou!"shesaid.