I started to remember Mr. Antolini. He was the greatest teacher I ever had. One time, a kid at my school named James Castle jumped out of a window, and Mr. Antolini was the only person to do something about it. Phoebe and I then started to dance. She's really damn good.
When mother came inside, I quickly hid in a closet. After she left, I asked Phoebe if she had any money, and she had $8.85, which was her Christmas money. I started to cry, I hugged her, and she gave me my hat back.
I just lit one for one second. I just took one puff. Then I threw it out the window.
Phoebe, have you been smoking a cigarette in here?
I started to head over to Mr. Antolini's place but first I had to get a cab. He had this very swanky apartment over on Sutton Place. Anyway, I used to see him a lot after I left Elkton Hills. Once Mr. Antolini got married, I used to play tennis with him and his wife. His wife was about sixty years older than him.
Is that Holden? Hello, Holden!
How are you, Mr. Antolini? How's Mrs. Antolini?
We started talking about a lot of things. I discussed my Oral Expression course at Pencey, which I failed, but Mr. Antolini defended the instructor Mr. Vinson. That night, he wanted to discuss more pedagogy than I had cared to. He also offered a lot of long-winded theories, but I just became more tired.
Don't you think there's a time and place for everything?
Nothing! I'm simply sitting here, admiring-
What the hellya doing?
Mr. Antolini and I set up the couch for me to sleep. Then I slept, but something happened that I don't like to talk about.