PART ONE: The following is a phone conversation between Holden and his parents reguarding his expulsion from Pency Prep.
Mom:Holden? Is that you?
Holden: …Hi, Mom. (Under Breath) Damn.
Mom: So…How are things at school going?
Mom: I got a call from Pency Prep the other day.
Holden: Yeah? Okay.
Mom: Holden, I don’t think you know how serious this is.
Holden: Eh, You’re probably right.
Mom: What can I possibly do to get you to change? Flunking out of four schools can’t be healthy. AND you’re lying to me. You said school was “not bad”!
Holden: I didn’t lie…I’m passing English.
TO BE CONTINUED…
PART TWO: The Following is a phone conversation between Holden and Jane.
(The phone is ringing.)
(The phone is still ringing.)
Jane: (Answering Machine) Hey guys, it’s Jane. I’m not at my phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll see what I can do about getting back to you! Bye!(BEEP.)
Holden: Jane. Oh. Wow, uh…Hey. It’s Holden. Um….Wow, I didn’t expect to leave a message. Usually I hang up on the last couple of rings. Ha. Consider yourself lucky, I guess. Well, I didn’t really prepare anything to say. I should have, you know, having passed English and everything. Uh………so…..I’ve been okay. Okay living on my own, okay kicking it in the city. But there’s this…image that I can’t get out of my head, that I see in every subway grate, every skyscraper window, every damn hotel elevator. And what I see is……..well……it’s you. You’re… so pretty, Jane. And smart too, you’re not a phony like everyone else, not like Stradlater. I’M not like Stradlater. Ha, thank God I’m not. Sure, I’m not as suave and attractive as he is, but at least I’m not a goddamn son of a bitch! Ha! Anyway, the thing is…Jane…I…I think I love you, I’m in love with you. Oh. Wow…that sounds…that sounds good. I…love you, Jane. What wouldn’t I give to be with you right now, in Maine, in a summer house just like ours. No phonies, no big cities, just us. That would be goddamn lovely. (sigh) And I-
Jane: (Picks up phone a little late) Hello?
Holden: (slams down phone).