The next day I called Sally Hayes and made a date for that afternoon. I wasn’t too crazy about her, but I’d known her for years. She was sort of phoney. I checked out of that crappy hotel and put my bags in a locker at Grand Central Station. I counted my money while I was in the cab. I didn’t have that much left. Im a goddam spendthrift at heart. What I don’t spend, I lose. It drives my parent crazy. My dads a corporation lawyer, he really hauls it in. he invests it in shows on Broadway, they always flop though and it drives my mother crazy when he does it. She hasn’t felt to well though since Allie died. She gets very nervous. That’s another reason why I hated like hell for her to know I got the ax again.
Anyway, I went into a little sandwich bar and had breakfast. I had quite a large breakfast for me. Whilst I was eating two nuns came in with suitcases and all, I guessed they was moving to another convent or something. They had those very in-expensive looking suitcases, the ones that arnt genuine leather or anything.
It isn’t important I know but I hate it when somebody has cheap suitcases. One of them dropped a straw basket, one that you collect dough in at Christmas time. I picked it up for her. They were only having toast and coffee for their breakfast, it depressed the hell outta me. I gave them ten bucks as a contribution to their collection. They kept asking if I could afford it. We talked about Romeo and Juliet. After a while they said they best be going and I did the worst thing I could have done. I blew smoke in their faces as we were saying bye. I apologised like a madman. They were very understanding about it, but it was embarrassing anyway.
When they left I started to feel like I should have given them more than I did. Goddam money, it always ends up making you feel blue as hell.
Anyway, I went into a little sandwich bar and had breakfast. I had quite a large breakfast for me. Whilst I was eating two nuns came in with suitcases and all, I guessed they was moving to another convent or something. They had those very in-expensive looking suitcases, the ones that arnt genuine leather or anything.
It isn’t important I know but I hate it when somebody has cheap suitcases. One of them dropped a straw basket, one that you collect dough in at Christmas time. I picked it up for her. They were only having toast and coffee for their breakfast, it depressed the hell outta me. I gave them ten bucks as a contribution to their collection. They kept asking if I could afford it. We talked about Romeo and Juliet. After a while they said they best be going and I did the worst thing I could have done. I blew smoke in their faces as we were saying bye. I apologised like a madman. They were very understanding about it, but it was embarrassing anyway.When they left I started to feel like I should have given them more than I did. Goddam money, it always ends up making you feel blue as hell.
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