My brother is being gutted. What the hell is a gallbladder anyways? The doctor said, that he didn't need it; It was only taking up space. Well, it had to be there for something, or else, why would it be there? So its biological garbage? I don't get it. Which is why I'm at the library. I got a book that talks about it. The gallbladder produces enzymes for the liver. People who have them removed are like 2 times as likely to have liver failure in there lifetime. But In his condition, he has their little tumors init, and if it would have ruptured, he could have died. I'd rather have him have a liver transplant in 20 years that him die now. He has a blood, it will be easy to find a donor.

I have to hurry, he'll be waking up soon. The doctor said that the surgery would take about an hour and a half. That would place him in Post op at like 2:30. Its 2 now. Takes me 45 minuets to walk to the hospital, if I take a cab, 15 minuets, but it could take a while to get here. I could call a limo, but that would take even longer I guess I'll-

"Ooops sorry." I smacked into a girl as I was walking out of the library. I knocked all of her books out of her hands, mine feel into the pile with hers. "Let me help you."

"Thank you." she said quietly. Almost in a whisper. What the hell is she afraid of? Then I remembered that were in a library. Her books, I noticed, were all about physiology and sociology. She noticed my books too I think. I can tell she reads the titles before she places them in the pile. Then there were two books lying side by side. Both of the were the same book.

"Catcher in the Rye?" I asked her. She nodded, looking at me shyly. She grabbed one of the books.

"Thanks again." Again with the whispering. She walked away. I picked up the other one and watched her leave. I picked up the book left. I called a cab.

"Where to son?"

"Domino Hospital."

"Right." I looked on the inside cover of the book, It said:

Eliza Clarice Ball

This wasn't mine. I'll give it back to her eventually, by the look of her books, she was a regular, so I'll see her again. I looked in the book, I count help but laugh. In the margins of the pages were drawings and comments. About what Holden was saying, what she thought he meant by what. I feel slightly guilty for reading this, it seems to be very personal. But, I did the same sorts thing with my book, and that letter from Ekimo was still in there, and I'm sure she is reading them. I mean, she looked to be about my age, and people my age are so nosey after all.