"His teachers were always writing letters to my mother, telling her what a pleasure it was having a boy like Allie in their class. He was two years younger than I was but he was terrifically intelligent." I rubbed my wrists, earnestly listening to what Caulfield had to say about his dead brother. He just wouldn't shut up about Allie.
"Well, isn't that grand!" I exclaimed sarcastically. Caulfield's face twisted unpleasantly. "What is it, handsome?"
"Stop teasing me." I smiled, amused at his irritation, and let the stub of a pencil roll down the metal table and off the edge while catching it in midair.
"Got a smoke?" That goofy kid stared at me like I was insane but started handing me a cigarette nonetheless. "Oh, it's not for me. You smoke it, Caulfield. I love watching you take a drag on a smoke. It's simply grand." Before I could finish he was up and walking off. "Oh, now you've gone and disappointed me, dearest." I put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.
"You're not a phony, Livinia. You are a beautiful, intellectual being. You're not a phony." I should have braced myself because phonies where everywhere with Holden Caulfield. Suddenly, I socked him right in his jewels.
"Did you just call me beautiful, you stupid blighter?"
"I'm sorry, Livinia! I'm sorry."
"You better be, Caulfield." I snarled into his face, in a split second I smiled. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to have vexed you." I shoved him playfully. He was the only one I had here so I figured I might as well try to be compatible.
"Do you mean it Livinia?"
"Sure Caulfield," I moodily looked up at him.
"Let's just go sit back down." He nudged me back to our table, making sure my ass was bolted on the hard, metal chair before sitting down himself. I leaned halfway across the table, all of a sudden interested in his hard luck stories.
"You Catholic, Caulfield?" He tightened his jaw and, I swear, his breathing stopped altogether.
"No," He muttered with strained patience. "No, Livinia, I am not Catholic. Are you?"
"Funny, only a Catholic would ask it someone else is Catholic." Caulfield was so upset he nearly sprinted out of the recreation room and toward the stairs to the roof. I took my own sweet time, throwing a word or two at the male nurses. A large hand clamped against my arm.
"Kingsley!" I jumped and turned to see Perkins grinning away, clearly satisfied that he made me jump half way to the moon.
"Why'd you gotta scare me like that Perkins, you jackass?"
"Watch your mouth, Kingsley. Your mother's here to see you."
"Oh joy," I muttered. Perkins just clapped my shoulder and laughed goodheartedly. Damn, that killed me. What the hell'd he have to laugh about?
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