Tears

Then all of a sudden, I started to cry. I couldn’t help it. I did it so nobody could hear me, but I did it. It scared hell out of old Phoebe when I started doing it, and she came over and tried to make me stop, but once you get started, you can’t just stop on a goddam dime. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed when I did it, and she put her old arm around my neck, and I put my arm around her, too, but I still couldn’t stop for a long time. I thought I was going to choke to death or something. Boy, I scared hell out of poor old Phoebe. Then I took my hunting hat out of my coat pocket and gave it to her. She likes those kind of crazy hats. Then I told her I’d give her a buzz if I got the chance, and then I left. I was a hell of a lot easier getting out of the house than I was getting in. I figured if they caught me they caught me. I almost wished they did, in a way. I walked down the stairs. I nearly broke my neck on about ten million garbage pails. The elevator guy didn’t even see me. He probably still thinks I’m up at the Dickstein’s.