it was to late to get a cab so i headed for the train station luckly i only had to wait 10 minutes for the train. i just sat there minding my own buissness when we got to trenton and this women came down and sat right next to me. she was about 45 i guessed. but very good looking. women kill me. they really do. she noticed my pencey sticker on ma bag and she asked me if i knew her son. ernest morrow. i did. he was biggest basterd in the whole of pencey prep history. whenever he was walking down the corridor and he had just had a shower whole slap your ass with his sogy wet towl. thats the kinda guy he was. she asled me my name and i told her it was rudolf schmidt. i dont know why i did it. i just felt like shooting the crap for bit thats all. then she started talking about her little ernest. then i really started shooting the crap. saying what a modest down to earth guy ernest was. but then she became very nice and caring and started to regret ever giving her a faulse name. then she realised that christmas break didnt start unitil wednesday. so she asked me why was i leaving early and that she hoped there wasnt an illness in the family. and you could tell she really meant. you really could. i told her everything was fine and that it was me. i just had to have an operation because i had this tiny tumor on the brain. she gasped in horror like she was really concernd. and she really was, you could tell. after that we didnt talk, though we didnt talk very much.