She’s Leaving Home

James Jowers, st. Marks Pl. (1968)

When I got there, though, I didn’t see her around anywhere. There were a few kids around, skating and all, and two boys were playing Flys Up with a soft ball, but no Phoebe. I saw one kid about her age, though, sitting on a bench all by herself, tightening her skate. I thought maybe she might know Phoebe and could tell me where she was or something, so I went over and sat down next to her and asked her, “Do you know Phoebe Caulfield, by any chance?”

“Who?” she said. All she had on was jeans and about twenty sweaters. You could tell her mother made them for her, because they were lumpy as hell.

“Phoebe Caulfield. She lives on Seventy-first Street. She’s in the fourth grade, over at–“

“You know Phoebe?”

“Yeah, I’m her brother. You know where she is?”

—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher In The Rye

Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free…

 

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