Jun. 25th, 2006

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"Anyway," Beth continues, "it was December and all, and it was cold as a witch's teat, especially on top of that stupid hill. I only had on my reversible and no gloves or anything. The week before that, somebody'd stolen my camel's-hair coat right out of my room, with my fur-lined gloves right in the pocket and all. Pencey was full of crooks. Quite a few guys came from these very wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway. The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has—I'm not kidding. Anyway, I kept standing next to that crazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn't watching the game too much. What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse."

She pauses then, left hand holding the open book and right hand resting on her belly like it's a shelf made specifically for that purpose.

There's a kick from the baby, aimed low on her right, and she moves her hand enough to gently rub, to restlessly circle that area of her middle.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, sweetheart." It's been three days. "But maybe we should read something else."

She doesn't move, though. She just sits there on her pew, the hand holding the book lowering until the book tents against her stomach. He's active now, her little guy.

"Feeling kind of stir-crazy, huh? You and me both." She almost smiles. "And I'd pretty much kill for those fucking corn flakes right about now."

She moves the book, still tented, to the pew beside her and starts to stand.

"Come on, kiddo. Let's go check those doors again now that it's dark."


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