Над пропастью во ржи

           "Feelmyforehead,"shesaidallofasudden.

           "Why?"

           "Feelit.Justfeelitonce."

           Ifeltit.Ididn’tfeelanything,though.

           "Doesitfeelveryfeverish?"shesaid.

           "No.Isitsupposedto?"

           "Yes—I’mmakingit.Feelitagain."

           Ifeltitagain,andIstilldidn’tfeelanything,butIsaid,"Ithinkit’sstartingto,now."Ididn’twanthertogetagoddaminferioritycomplex.

           Shenodded."Icanmakeitgouptooverthethermoneter."

           "Thermometer.Whosaidso?"

           "AliceHolmborgshowedmehow.Youcrossyourlegsandholdyourbreathandthinkofsomethingvery,veryhot.Aradiatororsomething.Thenyourwholeforeheadgetssohotyoucanburnsomebody’shand."

           Thatkilledme.Ipulledmyhandawayfromherforehead,likeIwasinterrificdanger."Thanksfortellingme,"Isaid.

           "Oh,Iwouldn’t’veburnedyourhand.I’d’vestoppedbeforeitgottoo—Shhh!"Then,quickashell,shesatwaythehellupinbed.

           Shescaredhelloutofmewhenshedidthat."What’sthematter?"Isaid.