{"id":"01KG6FVH1P0ENPQGX454M9N9B2","cid":"bafkreibir6abt5ogs3arp3bvl4ucty2wsjemm3g5xhw64oebogidlslmym","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1750,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:20.744Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","start_line":1701,"text":"gentleman about 20 years of age.\" That kills me. Old Phoebe. I swear to God you'd like\nher. She was smart even when she was a very tiny little kid. When she was a very tiny\nlittle kid, I and Allie used to take her to the park with us, especially on Sundays. Allie had\nthis sailboat he used to like to fool around with on Sundays, and we used to take old\nPhoebe with us. She'd wear white gloves and walk right between us, like a lady and all.\nAnd when Allie and I were having some conversation about things in general, old\nPhoebe'd be listening. Sometimes you'd forget she was around, because she was such a\nlittle kid, but she'd let you know. She'd interrupt you all the time. She'd give Allie or I a\npush or something, and say, \"Who? Who said that? Bobby or the lady?\" And we'd tell her\nwho said it, and she'd say, \"Oh,\" and go right on listening and all. She killed Allie, too. I\nmean he liked her, too. She's ten now, and not such a tiny little kid any more, but she still\nkills everybody--everybody with any sense, anyway.\nAnyway, she was somebody you always felt like talking to on the phone. But I\nwas too afraid my parents would answer, and then they'd find out I was in New York and\nkicked out of Pencey and all. So I just finished putting on my shirt. Then I got all ready\nand went down in the elevator to the lobby to see what was going on.\nExcept for a few pimpy-looking guys, and a few whory-looking blondes, the\nlobby was pretty empty. But you could hear the band playing in the Lavender Room, and\nso I went in there. It wasn't very crowded, but they gave me a lousy table anyway--way in\nthe back. I should've waved a buck under the head-waiter's nose. In New York, boy,\nmoney really talks--I'm not kidding.\nThe band was putrid. Buddy Singer. Very brassy, but not good brassy--corny\nbrassy. Also, there were very few people around my age in the place. In fact, nobody was\naround my age. They were mostly old, show-offy-looking guys with their dates. Except at\n\n\nthe table right next to me. At the table right next to me, there were these three girls\naround thirty or so. The whole three of them were pretty ugly, and they all had on the\nkind of hats that you knew they didn't really live in New York, but one of them, the\nblonde one, wasn't too bad. She was sort of cute, the blonde one, and I started giving her\nthe old eye a little bit, but just then the waiter came up for my order. I ordered a Scotch\nand soda, and told him not to mix it--I said it fast as hell, because if you hem and haw,\nthey think you're under twenty-one and won't sell you any intoxicating liquor. I had\ntrouble with him anyway, though. \"I'm sorry, sir,\" he said, \"but do you have some\nverification of your age? Your driver's license, perhaps?\"\nI gave him this very cold stare, like he'd insulted the hell out of me, and asked\nhim, \"Do I look like I'm under twenty-one?\"\n\"I'm sorry, sir, but we have our--\"\n\"Okay, okay,\" I said. I figured the hell with it. \"Bring me a Coke.\" He started to\ngo away, but I called him back. \"Can'tcha stick a little rum in it or something?\" I asked\nhim. I asked him very nicely and all. \"I can't sit in a corny place like this cold sober.\nCan'tcha stick a little rum in it or something?\"\n\"I'm very sorry, sir. . .\" he said, and beat it on me. I didn't hold it against him,\nthough. They lose their jobs if they get caught selling to a minor. I'm a goddam minor.\nI started giving the three witches at the next table the eye again. That is, the\nblonde one. The other two were strictly from hunger. I didn't do it crudely, though. I just\ngave all three of them this very cool glance and all. What they did, though, the three of\nthem, when I did it, they started giggling like morons. They probably thought I was too\nyoung to give anybody the once-over. That annoyed hell out of me-- you'd've thought I\nwanted to marry them or something. I should've given them the freeze, after they did that,","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6FV13CF8EYK8ZH4S5HFGWW","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FVH1JA2C37MKVVANM6ZZ1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FVH1PPEME441PWKF4GG74","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:23.382Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:41:29.130Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}