Allie

I kept walking up fifth avenue. Then all of a sudden, something very spooky started happening. Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the curb, I had this feeling that I’d never get to the other side of the street. I started sweating like a bastard. Every time I’d get to the en of the block I’d make believe I was talking to my brother Allie. Then I sat down on this bench. What I decided was I’d never go home again and never go away to another school again. I decided to go home just to see old Phoebe and sort of say good-by to her and all. I ran like a madman and went into this stationary store and bought a pad and pencil. I figured I’d write her a note telling her where to meet me so I could say good-by to her and give her back her Christmas dough. I’d take the not and give to somebody in the principles office.