Mrs Morrow

It was too late to call a cab, so I walked all the way to the station. It wasn't far or anything. Most of the times I like riding on trains, especially at night. I usually read those dumbass stories in magazines and buy a ham sandwich or something. This time though, I didn't really feel like it. So I just sat there and did nothing.

All of a sudden some woman came and sat besides me. She left her bag right out in the aisle where anyone could trip over it! Goddam kill me women do! Turns out the woman was a Mum of Ernest Morrow, who goes to Pencey. I started shootin' the old crap about Ernest and Pencey. It was something to do. I told her my name was Rudolph Schmidt, no point telling her my real name. I didn't actually really like Ernest, he was one of them bastards that would run around hitting everyones arses with a rolled up towel. I didn't tell his Mum that though, Mums always want to hear how popular their kids are. So I told her how everyone loved him but he was so modest and shy.

She was nice this mother, she was charming, and had alot of sex appeal too. She looked nice when she smoked.
She asked why I was out of school early, so I told her I was having a minor operation. On my brain. Due to a small tumour. She looked really worried, but not in a phoney way or anything.
I asked her for a drink or something but she refused, not in a bad way though. I didn't hold it against her!
Before we went our seperate ways she told me I must go and visit Morrow sometime, I told her it would be great but I wouldn't go visit that sunuvabitch Morrow for all the dough in the world. Even if I was desperate.