I got to the elevator, and their was a new operator who I didn’t know, I convinced him I was visiting the people who lived across the corridor to us. When I got to our place it was dark as hell, and I couldn’t turn any light on naturally. I had to be careful not to make a noise or else I'd get caught. Phoebe wasn’t in her room. Then I remembered that she likes to stay in D.B.'s room when he's away. She was fast asleep in his bed. I read through some of her school books, they had “Phoebe Weatherfield Caulfield” written all over them, even though her middle name is Josephine.
Anyway I woke her up and she was pleased to see me. I gave her the pieces of the record I bought her. She kept them because she’s not ungrateful at all. She’s not a stupid kid old Phoebe and she knew I was already home. I told her they let us out early, but she wasn’t having any of it. She realized that I’d been kicked out again and kept saying dad was going to kill me. She wouldn’t listen when I was telling her about me getting kicked out, and she put her head under a pillow and wouldn’t come out.
I got up and went out in the living room and got some cigarettes out of the box on the table and stuck some in my pocket.



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