January 2010
12 posts
A Perfect Day for Bananafish
“I like to chew candles,” she said finally.
“Who doesn’t?” said the young man, getting his feet wet. “Wow! It’s cold.” He dropped the rubber float on its back. “No, wait just a second, Sybil. Wait’ll we get out a little bit.”
They waded out till the water was up to Sybil’s waist. Then the young man picked her up...
