I smoked a cigarette and thought of Lauren Lake. If you’d like some interesting conversation, try Loulou. On the bathroom wall there were heads drawn with kids’ initials inside. He says he went through the same thing, but I just can’t picture that. My father says I’m going through a typical teenage stage, but I don’t think he understands how crazy it’s making me. You can always tell the ones in love by their passionate gestures as they get into conversations.
Their fingers were pointing and their hands were moving, and they were frowning. I doubted that they were saying trivial things. In the schoolyard everyone was cuddled up except for some of the lovers, who were off walking in pairs, talking. We chatted and kissed and laughed as we went up the winding walk to school. Oh, John, that’s interesting, because I like you in blue, too. But I’d never ask her opinion on any subject. We put our arms around each other, held tight, and stopped to kiss along the way. Maybe they wait until I’m asleep to get into their discussions. She has a collection of letters he wrote to her on every subject from Shakespeare to Bach, and he treasures this little essay she wrote for him when they were engaged, on her feelings about French drama.Īll I’ve ever seen them do is hug and kiss. To tell you the truth, I can’t imagine them exchanging ideas, ever, though I know they did. I don’t think they’ve exchanged an idea in years. He mussed up my hair, gave me a poke in the ribs, and went down to breakfast.īy the time I got downstairs, he’d finished his eggs and was sipping coffee, holding hands with my mother. Before you know it, you’ll be exploring all sorts of ideas together, knowing each other so well you’ll finish each other’s sentences.
You’re too young to let a girl get a hold on you. You’re going to get in trouble if you’re intimate, John.
He was standing over me, ready to deliver the lecture.
I finished getting on my socks and shoes. Just because you sit up until all hours of the night talking with her! he said. I’m tired of putting my head under the cold-water faucet.Įarly this morning my father came into my room and said, John, are you getting serious with Eleanor Rossi? Last night I dreamed I told Lauren Lake what I thought about John Lennon’s music, Picasso’s art, and Soviet-American relations. The night before last I dreamed that Cynthia Slater asked my opinion of The Catcher in the Rye.
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