Над пропастью во ржи

           Butwhatadancer.Icouldhardlystopmyselffromsortofgivingherakissonthetopofherdopeyhead—youknow—rightwherethepartis,andall.ShegotsorewhenIdidit. 

           "Hey!What’stheidea?" 

           "Nothing.Noidea.Youreallycandance,"Isaid."Ihaveakidsisterthat’sonlyinthegoddamfourthgrade.You’reaboutasgoodassheis,andshecandancebetterthananybodylivingordead." 

           "Watchyourlanguage,ifyoudon’tmind." 

           Whatalady,boy.Aqueen,forChrissake. 

           "Whereyougirlsfrom?"Iaskedher. 

           Shedidn’tanswerme,though.ShewasbusylookingaroundforoldPeterLorretoshowup,Iguess. 

           "Whereyougirlsfrom?"Iaskedheragain. 

           "What?"shesaid. 

           "Whereyougirlsfrom?Don’tanswerifyoudon’tfeellikeit.Idon’twantyoutostrainyourself." 

           "Seattle,Washington,"shesaid.Shewasdoingmeabigfavortotellme. 

           "You’reaverygoodconversationalist,"Itoldher."Youknowthat?" 

           "What?" 

           Iletitdrop.Itwasoverherhead,anyway. "Doyoufeellikejitterbuggingalittlebit,iftheyplayafastone?