Death

After a while, just to get my mind off getting pneumonia and all, I took out my dough and tried to count it in the lousy light from the street lamp. All I had was three singles and five quarters and a nickel left. I spent a fortune since I left Pencey. I went own to the lagoon and sort of skipped the quarters and the nickel across it, where it wasn’t frozen. I guess I thought it would take my mind off getting pneumonia and dying. It didn’t though. I started think how old Phoebe would feel if I got pneumonia and died. It was a childish way to think, but I couldn’t stop myself. I mean she’s quite fond of me. She really is. I couldn’t get that off my mind so I decided I’d better sneak home and see her, in case I died an all. So I got the hell out of the park, and went home. I walked all the way. It wasn’t too far, and I wasn’t tired or even drunk any more. It was just very cold and nobody around anywhere.