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Cat stretches and hops off the bed on his three good legs.

The regular park man got sunstroke or something, so I earned fourteen dollars raking and mowing in Gramercy Park in the middle of August.

Gramercy Park is a private park.

You have to own a key to get in, so the city doesn't take care of it.

Real paper money, at this time of year especially, is very cheering.

I head up to Sam Goody's to see what records he's got on sale and what characters are buying them.

Maybe I'll buy something, maybe not, but as long as I've got money in my pocket, I don't feel like the guy is glaring at me for taking up floor space.

Along the way I walk through the library, the big one at Forty-second Street.

You go in by the lions on Fifth Avenue, and there's all kinds of pictures and books on exhibit in the halls, and you walk through to the back, where you can take out books.

It's nice and cool, and nobody glares at you unless you either make a lot of noise or go to sleep.

I can take books out of here and return them at the Twenty-third Street branch, which is handy.

Sam Goody's is air-conditioned, so it's cool too.

There are always several things playing on different machines you can listen to.

Almost the most fun is watching the people: little, fat, bald guys buying long-haired classical music, and thin, shaggy beatniks listening to the jazz.

I go to check if there are any bargains in the Kingston or Belafonte division.

There's a girl standing there reading the backs of records, but I don't really catch a look at more than her shoes?little red flats they are.

After a bit she reaches for a record over my head and says, "Excuse me."

"Sure." Then we catch each other's eye and both say, "Oh. Gee, hello."

Well, we're both pretty surprised, because this is the girl I met out at Coney Island that day with Nick when I had Cat with me, and now we're both a long way from Coney Island.

This girl isn't one of the two giggly ones.

It's the third, the one that liked Cat.

We've both forgotten each other's names, so we begin over with that.

I ask her what she's been doing, and she's been at Girl Scout camp a few weeks, and then she earned some money baby-sitting.

Ch8. West Side Story

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