Mrs Morrow

I walked to the station. I sort of enjoyed the air. I didn't have to wait long for a train. I like riding trains, I usually buy a ham sandwich and a couple of phony magazines from that guy who comes down the aisles selling 'em. But I didn't tonight. All of a sudden a lady got on the train she sat down right next to me. The whole car was empty because it was pretty late but she sat down next to me because she had this big heavy bag with her. She dumped it right in the middle of the aisle. She was a pretty good-looking woman. Women kill me. She turned and started talking to me. She'd noticed the Pencey Prep sticker on my bag. Turns out she was Mrs. Morrow the Mother of Ernest Morrow, what a moron! I started shooting the bull with her about what a great guy her son was. Moms love hearing about how great their kids are. She smiled. She had a terrifically nice smile. I liked Old Morrow's Mother. She was alright. She had quite allot of sex appeal.

She started asking why I was going home so early. She started worrying like Mothers do. She asked if a member of my family was ill.

"No they're alright. It's me I got to have this operation." That's what I told her.

She started getting all worried after I told her that. I told her I had a tiny brain tumor that had to be removed. I then moved my eyes away from her quickly and started studying this timetable I had in my pocket, just to stop lying. Once I started I couldn't stop. She then wished me luck with my operation and got off the train.