irl. She tugged my arm, "This is my brother Holden,Holden, this is Susie. She's in the play too."
             "Yes", Susie said, "It should be really great". She was so polite. I really liked her. I usually like Phoebe's friends when I meet them. Watching the two of them helped me get my mind off of how I was about to face my parents. I was worried about my mom. I really was. I tried not to think of how hysterical she'd get. Phoebe said mom and dad were coming home at around 7. It was around 4 now. I didn't want to bother them at work. Soon enough they'd come home, see me, and deal with me.
             So, we got off the bus at 72nd street, said goodbye to Susie, and walked home. Phoebe seemed all cheery. Kids don't understand situations like this. I mean, old Phoebe, she did, but I guess she was just really happy to be with me, and that I was home and all.
             "How are Mr. and Mrs. Antolini?", she asked me.
             "They're doing pretty good", I said. Of course I would never tell her what really happened. I still couldn't beleive it. It really bothered me. Had he always liked me in a flitty way?
             Anyway. I was so happy to see old Phoebe. She was about the only
             friendly person whose company I'd enjoyed since I left Pencey. We got home, and I took my suitcases into my room and lay down on my bed. 1 was pretty
             tired, having hardly slept the night before. I had a big head ache. All of a suddenlgot to thinking about Pencey. I wondered what they
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