Lucky for me, Pete the elevator boy wasn't on duty. Instead it was some new guy who wouldn't recognize me.
Hi. I'm the Dickstein's nephew, and I have an injured leg, Could you take me up there?
I was able to sneak inside without waking up anyone. I first went to Phoebe's room, and started to look around. I noticed how she looked cute while she slept. Then I saw the neatly kept clothes, and her notebooks, and what was inside them.
I lighted a cigarette, and Phoebe woke up, and she was really happy to see me. We started to talk about a lot of things, and then she figured out that I had been expelled. She put a pillow over her head and I walked out.
Daddy'll kill you!
Nah, it'll be fine.
It's "If a body meet a body coming through the rye!" It's a poem by Robert Burns.
Oh, why did you do it?
You don't like anything that's happening.
Yes I do. I like that song, "If a body catch a body comin' through the rye."
A million reasons why.
Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around—nobody big, I mean—except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they're running, and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.
Daddy's going to kill you!
I decided to call Mr. Antolini, who used to be an instructor at Elkton Hills, but now teaches English at N.Y.U. His number was one of the only three in my address book. He said that I could come over.