Summary
Jerome David Salinger: Raise the rafters high, carpenters. Seymour introduction
One night, some twenty years ago, during an attack of mumps in our large family, my youngest sister Franv, together with the cradle, was moved to the supposedly still uninfected room that I shared with my eldest brother Sevmour. I was fifteen and Sey-rnour was seventeen. Around two o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by the crying of our new roommate. I listened to that howling for several minutes as I lay silent and motionless until I heard, or felt, Scymour move in the bed next to mine. At that time we kept an emergency flashlight on the nightstand between us, which, as I recall, never appeared. Now Sevmour turned it on and got out of bed. "Mother said the bottle was on the stove," I told him. "I gave it to her a little while ago," replied Sey-niour. — She's not hungry. — He made his way in the dark towards the bookshelf and slowly crossed the rows of books with the light. I sat up in bed. — What are you looking for? — I asked. "Maybe I could read something to her," said Seymour and took out a book. — Well, she just ....
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