Chapter 10

I got bored so i felt like giving Phoebe a buzz. But I couldn't because my folks would answer the phone, and know it was me and that I was in New York. You should've seen her. You never saw a kid prettier than her. Phoebe I mean. She’s so smart, she’s got sort of red hair and she puts it behind her ears. She has pretty little ears. I really wanted to shoot the bull with old Phoebe. The best bit is, if you tell her something she knows exactly what you mean. She’s great. You’d like her, shes just like Allie.

I went in the Lavender room. This nightclub that was in the hotel. It was pretty empty except from a few pimpy looking guys and some whorey looking blondes. I ordered a scotch and soda, but the waiter refused to serve me alcohol. So I just had a coke instead. I saw these girls on the next table and gave them the eye. There was three of them. I danced with all of them. Bernice. Boy, was she dopey, but she was a terrific dancer. I told her she oughta be a pro. But all through the dance she did'nt look at me. She was too busy looking out for celebrities. The two ugly ones were called Marty and Laverne. Laverne wasn’t too bad, but let’s just say I would have rather died than have had to dance with Marty. She was terrible, it was like dragging the statue of liberty round the dance floor! I mean it. When we finished dancing they said they were pretty tired and left. They could have at least offered to pay half of the bill, naturally I wouldn’t have let them.