I got to the elevator; there was a new operator who I didn’t know. I convinced him I was visiting the Dicksteins, who lived across the corridor to us. When I got to our place it was dark as hell, and I couldn’t turn any light on. I had to be careful not to make a noise. Phoebe wasn’t in her room,she likes to stay in D.Bs room when he was away in Hollywood, ‘cause its bigger than hers. She was fast asleep in his bed; kids always look nice when they’re sleeping.
Anyway, I woke her up and she was very pleased to see me. We started chewing the fat for a bit. I gave her the pieces of that record I bought for her. She kept them; she’s not ungrateful at all, she put them in he drawer and said she was going to keep them. She’s not a stupid kid old Phoebe and she knew I was home early. I told her they let us out early, but she wasn’t buying it. She kept saying daddy was going to kill me.
I got up, went to the living room and got some cigarettes out of the box on the table and stuck some in my pocket. I was all out.
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