Chapter 8

I met this lady that had just got on the train. I spose it was better than reading one of those phoney magazines. I could usually read one when I’m on the train. When she noticed my Pencey Prep sticker she asked me if I knew her son, Ernest. I knew him because he went to my school. I didn’t want to tell her my real name or anything so I told her my name was Rudolf Schmidt. She was a pretty nice lady, good looking and all. Especially when she was smoking. She didn’t wolf the smoke down she just inhaled it, nicely. Then she asked me about Ernest. I didn’t want to tell her the truth, just incase it upset her. I mean Ernest was a shy and modest guy. Like we wanted him to be class president but he wouldn’t even let us nominate him. I asked her if she wanted to come for a drink with me but she didn’t.