15. I Hate Cheap Suitcases!

The next day I called Old Sally Hayes and made a date for that afternoon at 2. I wasn’t all that crazy about her, she was sort of phoney. I signed out of that crappy hotel and put my bags in a locker at the station. I didn’t have that much money left. I’m a goddam spendthrift at heart. What I don’t spend, I lose. It drives my parents crazy. My dads a lawyer, so I can imagine he makes a lot. My mother hasn’t felt to well since Allie died, she gets very nervous. That’s one of the reasons why I didn’t want her to know I got the axe again.

Anyway, I went and had a big breakfast, which is unusual for me. Whilst I was eating, two nuns came in with suitcases, I guessed they were moving to a different convent or something. They had those very cheap looking suitcases, the ones that aren’t genuine leather. I hate it when somebody has cheap suitcases. One of them dropped a straw basket, you know them ones that they collect donation in at Christmas time. I picked it up for her. They were only having toast and coffee for their breakfast, it depressed the hell out of me, seen as I had a huge breakfast.

I gave them ten bucks as a contribution to their collection, even though they told me they weren’t collecting yet. I told them to save it until they were. We talked about Romeo and Juliet because one of the nuns taught English. After a while they said they best be going. I felt so awful because I accidentally blew smoke in their faces as we were saying bye. I apologised like a madman. They were very understanding though. When they left I started to feel like I should have given them more of a contribution. Goddam money, it always ends up making you feel blue as hell.