After breakfast I went for a walk. I thought about the selflessness of the nuns and I just can’t imagine anyone I knows being so generous and giving. I headed down Broadway to buy a record called “Little Shirley Beans” for Phoebe. I like this record because, although it is for children, it is sung by a black blues singer who makes it sound raunchy, not cute. I kept of thinking about Phoebe, where she would be, I was really excited I wanted to give the record to her. He sees an unaware little boy walking in the street, singing, “If a body catch a body coming through the rye.” The little kid cheered me up, and I decided to call Jane, although I hung up when her mother answered the phone.

The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was.

I wanted to see Phoebe, and I went to look for her in the park because I remember that she roller-skates there on Sundays. I met a girl who knows Phoebe. At first, she told him that my sister is on a school trip to the Museum of Natural History, but then she remembers that the trip was the day before. Nevertheless, I walked to the museum, remembering my own class trips. The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was, I guess the only thing that does change is you, me, everyone.