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I didn't see\nold Maurice around anywhere. I didn't break my neck looking for him, naturally, the\nbastard.\nI got a cab outside the hotel, but I didn't have the faintest damn idea where I was\ngoing. I had no place to go. It was only Sunday, and I couldn't go home till Wednesday--\nor Tuesday the soonest. And I certainly didn't feel like going to another hotel and getting\nmy brains beat out. So what I did, I told the driver to take me to Grand Central Station. It\nwas right near the Biltmore, where I was meeting Sally later, and I figured what I'd do, I'd\ncheck my bags in one of those strong boxes that they give you a key to, then get some\nbreakfast. I was sort of hungry. While I was in the cab, I took out my wallet and sort of\ncounted my money. I don't remember exactly what I had left, but it was no fortune or\nanything. I'd spent a king's ransom in about two lousy weeks. I really had. I'm a goddam\nspendthrift at heart. What I don't spend, I lose. Half the time I sort of even forget to pick\nup my change, at restaurants and night clubs and all. It drives my parents crazy. You can't\nblame them. My father's quite wealthy, though. I don't know how much he makes--he's\nnever discussed that stuff with me--but I imagine quite a lot. He's a corporation lawyer.\nThose boys really haul it in. Another reason I know he's quite well off, he's always\ninvesting money in shows on Broadway. They always flop, though, and it drives my\nmother crazy when he does it. She hasn't felt too healthy since my brother Allie died.\nShe's very nervous. That's another reason why I hated like hell for her to know I got the\nax again.\nAfter I put my bags in one of those strong boxes at the station, I went into this\nlittle sandwich bar and bad breakfast. I had quite a large breakfast, for me--orange juice,\nbacon and eggs, toast and coffee. Usually I just drink some orange juice. I'm a very light\neater. I really am. That's why I'm so damn skinny. I was supposed to be on this diet where\nyou eat a lot of starches and crap, to gain weight and all, but I didn't ever do it. When I'm\nout somewhere, I generally just eat a Swiss cheese sandwich and a malted milk. It isn't\nmuch, but you get quite a lot of vitamins in the malted milk. H. V. Caulfield. Holden\nVitamin Caulfield.\nWhile I was eating my eggs, these two nuns with suitcases and all--I guessed they\nwere moving to another convent or something and were waiting for a train--came in and\nsat down next to me at the counter. They didn't seem to know what the hell to do with\ntheir suitcases, so I gave them a hand. They were these very inexpensive-looking\nsuitcases--the ones that aren't genuine leather or anything. It isn't important, I know, but I\nhate it when somebody has cheap suitcases. It sounds terrible to say it, but I can even get\nto hate somebody, just looking at them, if they have cheap suitcases with them.\nSomething happened once. 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