Old Phoebe

Old Phoebe said something then, but I couldn´t hear her. She had the side of her mouth right smack on the pillow, and I couldn´t hear her.
' What?' I said. ' Take your mouth away. I can´t her you with your mouth that way.'
' You don´t like anything that´s happening.'
It made me even more depressed when she said that.
' Yes, I do. Yes, I do. Sure I do. Don´t say that. Why the hell do you say that?'
' Because you don´t. You don´t like any schools. You don´t like a million things. You don´t.'
' I do! That´s where you´re wrong - that´s exactly where you´re wrong! Why the hell do you have to say that?' I said. Boy, was she depressing me.
' Because you don´t, ' she said. ' Name one thing.'
' One thing? One thing I like?' I said. ' Okay.'
The trouble was, I couldn´t concentrate too hot. Sometimes it´s hard to concentrate.



taken from The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger