The Train Ride

I just got off at Penn Station and boy do I have a story to tell. On my ride I happened to bump into the mother of this bastard, Ernest Morrow, who went to Pencey. I shot the crap with her a bit and wow, did she take it right in! Basically I just told her about what a great person her son is, how modest he is and how he wouldn't let us nominate him for president and all. He's really a total jerk, but I just thought it might be fun to tell her otherwise.

Maybe, though, maybe my crap-shooting didn't have all that bad intentions. She was a very nice person, Mrs. Morrow. You can't really tell with mothers if they know the truth about their children, especially if they send their kids to boarding school and all. The thing is, she really seemed okay. Really okay. She looked sophisticated when she smoked, not like a lot of women her age. She didn't just wolf the smoke down, Mrs. Morrow. She was all right.