I think I was still looking out of the window when I heard Stradlater's goddamn footsteps coming down the corridor, but I'm not sure. I swear I can't remember. I was thinking about how his date went with Jane. I knew what he was like. He was unscrupulous. He really was. I was so damn worried. When he came in and got undressed he didn't say one goddamn word about the date. All he did was thank me for letting him borrrow my goddamn hound's jacket. When he had read the work I did for him all he did was complain and said it had to be about a room or a house or something - not a baseball mitt. In the end i tore the goddamn thing up. He didn't say a word about Jane so I asked him about it. My voice was shaking something awful. When he told me it sounded like he didn't even give a damn and that they stayed in Ed Banky's goddamn car all night. He let him borrow the thing whenever he wanted it. When I asked him if he gave her the time in his car he said "Thats's a proffessional secret, buddy."
Next thing I knew, I got up off the bed and tried to sock him. Only I missed. I'd caught the side of his head, which probably hurt a little bit - but not alot. Next thing, I was lay on the floor and he was sat on my goddamn chest with his face all red. After I'd shouted at him to get his knees off my chest he finally let me go.
I had a feeling that old Ackley would have heard all the racket, so I went through the shower curtains into his room. It always had a funny stink in it, because he was so crumby in his personal habits.
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