Holden Caulfield
...king and he wanted to go. It’s not like I never take him anywhere, cause I do…but he was a kid and all. He was irritated about it or anything, he was very agreeable. You’d love him, you really would. He is twice as smart as I am, his teachers think he’s a genius, which he is. Anyway, I was ready to go out with my bike and all and meet Bobby at his house when all of a sudden I hear myself say: “Come on Allie we’re going to Bobby’s to shoot some at the lake. Get your bike and your mitt; we’ll even play some ball there. Hurry now, I’ll see you there.” It felt really good saying that. It really did. Seeing Allie go off to get his bike, like the happiest kid in the world, he ran. He kept running and running and I could never see him pursue the end of the street. He was happy and he remained that way until… All of a sudden I felt like dying. I tried to form words with my mouth but nothing came out, so I let it go. I can never say important things when I really need to. Like when I feel like praying, I could never say the words or anything. Suddenly, Jane was on my mind again. I can’t stand thinking about her and Stradlater in Ed Banky’s goddam car. I could never see the two of them holding hands and him enjoy the comforting feeling of her warm hands. Never. He is a bastard. I could now clearly see him, his face, especially when he gave me that black eye. His handsome phony fa...