Here's my idea, I said

It was during the date I had with Sally when I suddenly got this idea.

"Look," I said. "Here's my idea. How would you like to get the hell out of here? What we could do is, tomorrow morning we could drive up to Massachusetts and Vermont,and all around there, see. It's beautiful as hell up there. It really is." I was getting excited as hell, the more I thought of it. "We'll stay in these cabin camps and stuff like that till the dough runs out. Then, when the dough runs out, I could get a job somewhere and we could live somewhere with a brook and all and, later on, we could get married or something. I could chop all of our own wood in the wintertime and all, Honest to God, we could have a terrific time! Wudaya say?"

She didn't take it too well, but I still kept at it. But then things started heating up and by the

time I got too excited, Sally was getting sore as hell, and we both

hated each others guts by that time.

But the funny thing was, I meant it when I asked her. Every word of it. I could just see the whole thing, living all alone with her in the woods with nothing but the sunset and trees and a creek. No more phonies, no more Ackleys or goddamn Stradlaters. I swear I could die a happy man living a life like that.