Chapter 13 - Maurice and Sonny

I walked all the way back to the hotel. Forty one gorgeous blocks. I put my hunting hat on. I coulda done with my gloves, it was goddam cold as hell, but some sonuvabitch stole them at Pencey, I wish I knew who’d stolen them. I probly wouldn’t have done anything though even if I knew – im very yellow that way. Anyway I got in the elevator back up to my room. I didn’t feel much like sticking round that crappy lobby, I wall really depressed and all, I almost wish I was dead, I really did. The elevator guy asked me if I was interested in a good time. I didn’t know what he was talking about at first. He meant a goddam prostitute for the night. I couldn’t believe him, did I look like the sorta guy who was up for a good time right at that moment?
He said it was 5 bucks a throw and 15 till noon. I said Ok, I don’t know why though, I was depressed as hell. I wasn’t even thinking. A bit later when id changed and all a young girl arrived, too young if you ask me. Her name was Sonny and she was about my age – my real age. I didn’t feel like sleeping with her, you would tell she as really scared. It made me feel sad as hell that somebody as young as her did this crappy thing for money, it really did upset me. So what I did was, I told her I was recovering from an operation on my “clavichord”. That killed me. So I gave her the 5 and asked her to leave, she said it was 10, but I didn’t give in. So she put her green dress back on and left.