The park isn't too cold, but the sun still isn't out. There is nothing in the park except dog crap and globs of spit and cigar butts from old men.
It made me depressed, and every once in a while, for no reason, I got goose flesh while I walk.
Which museum? The one where the pictures are, or the one where the Indians are?
Do you know PhoebeCaulfield, by any chance ?
Yeah, I'm her brother. You know where she is?
You know Phoebe ?
The one where the Indians.
She's in Miss Callon's class, probably in the museum.
This is Sunday.
Today is Sunday, how can she be at school ?
Oh. Then she isn't.
Even though it is Sunday and Phoebe won't be there with her class or anything, and even though it is so damp and lousy out, I will walk all the way to the Museum of Natural History.
Finally I got to the museum, all of a sudden Iwill not go inside for a million bucks...