Chapter 6

I can't remember what i was doing when i heard old Stradlater coming home, i really can't. I think i was looking out of the window, wondering how his date went with Jane, NOT Jean. I was so damn worried. I had a right to, i had been on a double date with him once, he was unscrupulous. When he came in he didn't say a word of how his date went, he just started taking off his tie and asked it i had done his composition. I didn't answer him straight away but after a while i handed it to him. He just stood stroking his chest and stomach with a very stupid expression on his face. "For Crissake, Holden. This is about a goddam baseball glove" he said. “I I told ya it had to be about a goddam room or house or something”
“You don’t do one damn thing the way you’re supposed to. I mean it. Not one damn thing.” He Said.
I didn’t really bother that much with him, I was still to worried about what had happened on that goddam date bit Jane. Turned out he didn’t even go to New York like he planned. He told me that a guy called Ed Banky had lent him his car. Ed Banky was the basketball coach at Pencey. Old Stradlater was one of his pets because he was the center on the team so he let him borrow his car when ever he wanted. This worried the hell out of me. “What’d you do? Give her the time in Ed Banky’s goddam car?” My voice had gone all shaky I was that worried. He didn’t answer the question just asked if I wanted him to “wash my mouth out with soap” I asked again and he simply replied “ That’s a professional secret, buddy.” The next part I don’t remember so hot, all I remember was getting up and trying to sock him one, with all my might, right smack in the toothbrush so it would split his goddam throat open. Only I missed, all I did was hit him on the side of the head or something. Anyway, the next thing I know I was on the floor with him sitting on my chest. We argued for what seemed like forever then he calmed down and just told me to go and wash my face. I told him to go and wash his own moron face – which was a pretty childish thing to say, but I was mad as hell. I told him to stop off on the way to the can and give Mrs Schmidt the time. When he got off me I got up and began to look for my hunting cap, which I eventually found. It was under my bed. I put it on and turned the peak to the back, just the way I like.