It was still pretty early and the one thing I hate is going to bed when I'm not even tired. I decided that what I'd do was I'd go downstairs and see what the hell was going on in the Lavender Room. It was this nightclub in the hotel. While I was changing my shirt, I damn near gave my kid sister Phoebe a buzz, but I knew she wouldn't answer, and I didn't want to risk my goddamn parents finding out I was in New York. You should see her. You never saw a little kid so pretty and smart in your whole life. She has this sort of red hair, a little like Allie's was. She's only ten. She's so smart, she got all A's ever since she started school. You'd like her.
When I went down to the club I was sat next to these three girls around thirty or so. The whole three of them were pretty ugly, but one of them, the blonde one, she wasn't too bad. I started giving her the eye a bit, and later on I asked her to dance. I really felt like dancing. When I asked the three of them just started giggling like morons. Finally, the blonde one got up to dance with me. She was one of the best dancers I've ever danced with. I'm not kidding. I was about half in love with her when we sat down. By the end of the night I'd danced with them all. The whole three of them.
I left the Lavender Room not long after them. They were closing it up anyway.
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