Chapter 25

           WhenIgotoutside,itwasjustgettinglightout.Itwasprettycold,too,butitfeltgoodbecauseIwassweatingsomuch.

           Ididn’tknowwherethehelltogo.Ididn’twanttogotoanotherhotelandspendallPhoebe’sdough.SofinallyallIdidwasIwalkedovertoLexingtonandtookthesubwaydowntoGrandCentral.Mybagswerethereandall,andIfiguredI’dsleepinthatcrazywaitingroomwhereallthebenchesare.Sothat’swhatIdid.Itwasn’ttoobadforawhilebecausethereweren’tmanypeoplearoundandIcouldstickmyfeetup.ButIdon’tfeelmuchlikediscussingit.Itwasn’ttoonice.Don’tevertryit.Imeanit.It’lldepressyou.

           Ionlyslepttillaroundnineo’clockbecauseamillionpeoplestartedcominginthewaitingroomandIhadtotakemyfeetdown.Ican’tsleepsohotifIhavetokeepmyfeetonthefloor.SoIsatup.Istillhadthatheadache.Itwasevenworse.AndIthinkIwasmoredepressedthanIeverwasinmywholelife.

           Ididn’twantto,butIstartedthinkingaboutoldMr.AntoliniandIwonderedwhathe’dtellMrs.AntoliniwhenshesawIhadn’tsleptthereoranything.Thatpartdidn’tworrymetoomuch,though,becauseIknewMr.Antoliniwasverysmartandthathecouldmakeupsomethingtotellher.HecouldtellherI’dgonehomeorsomething.Thatpartdidn’tworrymemuch.ButwhatdidworrymewasthepartabouthowI’dwokeupandfoundhimpattingmeontheheadandall.ImeanIwonderedifjustmaybeIwaswrongaboutthinkingbewasmakingaflittypassatne.Iwonderedifmaybehejustlikedtopatguysontheheadwhenthey’reasleep.Imeanhowcanyoutellaboutthatstuffforsure?Youcan’t.IevenstartedwonderingifmaybeIshould’vegotmybagsandgonebacktohishouse,thewayI’dsaidIwould.