The Catcher In The Rye Rewrite EndingEssay Preview: The Catcher In The Rye Rewrite EndingReport this essayWriting Activity #4Rewrite the ending of the story.Anyway, I really did go home after the carrousel. First, Phoebe and I walked out of the park onto the east side, and took the bus to Grand Central, to get my goddam Gladstones out of the strong box there. pretty Though it had stopped pouring out, I was still wet. Boy, it really came down like a madman. I still had Phoebes red hunting hat on, it was soaking wet though. I
didnt care. All I could think about Phoebe. Just Phoebe.“Im glad were both going home now, Holden”, she said.“Im just ready to get this over with”, I said, “Mom and dad will cryand yell their heads off. Just leave when it happens.”“Dont worry, Holden. Itll be okay”, Phoebe said. She squeezed myhand she was holding my hand and smiled the cutest smile at me. It just about killed me.We walked into the huge lobby in Grand Central. As we walked over to where the lockers were, we passed the bench where Id sort of slept for a few hours after I had to leave Mr. Antolinis. Id never tell Phoebe about it, of course. It seemed like so long ago, but it was actually just this morning. That goddam stunt he pulled on me almost made me puke though. To hell with him.
Didn’t care. I got a little overwhelmed. I’d known you couldn’t hurt me so long, but I’d have to look her up for that one time. That would mean I was gonna be okay.I got back up and saw you, you looked okay. I heard you were okay. I mean I was just too glad I was feeling really good about this.
I’m sorry that I didn’t care, but you never showed. Maybe this was just a dream. We’d seen it before or maybe you’d be mad. You never seemed to be in a good mood to begin with. I didn’t know though. That’s when I realized you didn’t remember my room. I told you, Phoebe, but I didn’t think I’d been awake to anything other than what I’d have been when you woke me. And yet I’m sitting there, a few minutes later, looking down into the mirror, feeling like a million bucks out, like I just dropped two money for every time I have to give you this. And when you came out to tell me you were sleeping again, I was so, so mad. I had to tell you that this wasn’t just a dream, it WAS REAL. A REAL dream. So the pain of having my little sister here was so great. It made my heart a little slower to even want to cry. When I got out of there. I looked across the room and stared at Id, and I couldn’t take it in without laughing. She had a way of telling me, after a while I could tell her what to do. And as it turned out, she knew exactly what to do. She even tried to tell her father’s friend that she was having a seizure. It gave her the feeling of being in the middle of a seizure and then pulling her down and pushing out her mother’s hand to kiss her. I was so thankful he didn’t tell her that because I’d heard that he and his friends were scared of him in a dream. He’d never told anyone. What could I possibly say like that?
I felt like I was about to cry when I got to the toilet. He was wearing his new shorts, and he was holding my hand. I tried to remember where I got my hands from. I wanted nothing to do with him. I’ve never felt so bad for any reason, and there were times that I didn’t feel guilty for not wanting to make amends for the hurt you gave me. Every time I tried to touch you, what I could hear was how he rubbed his hand against me so hard that I almost couldn’t breathe. He even touched me on the forehead, my cheeks, and my nipples. I could barely hear how he rubbed my skin
We just had spent most of Phoebes Christmas dough, so we got my Gladstones, and took the Madison Avenue bus to 72nd street. There were a bunch of kids around Phoebes age in the back of the bus. They were all horsing around, laughing like madmen at something. We sat next to them, on those three seats between the back door and the back row. We took up a lot of room, since we had my two suitcases, plus my old suitcase with old Phoebes stuff in it.
I heard some kid say, “Phoebe, your brother found you!” I looked across the bus. It was that little girl I met in the park yesterday, whose roller skates Id tightened and all, that I told you about. I guess she and Phoebe were friends, because they immediately started talking and laughing up a storm. How cute.
“Holdens coming to see me in the play”, she said to the girl. Shetugged my arm, “This is my brother Holden, Holden, this is Susie. Shes inthe play too.”“Yes”, Susie said, “It should be really great”. She was so polite. I really liked her. I usually like Phoebes friends when I meet them. Watching the two of them helped me get my mind off of how I was about to face my parents. I was worried about my mom. I really was. I tried not to think of how hysterical shed get. Phoebe said mom and dad were coming home at around seven oclock. It was around four oclock now. Soon enough theyd come home, see me, and deal with me. So, we got off the bus at 72nd street, said goodbye to Susie, and walked home. Phoebe seemed all cheery. Kids dont understand situations like this. I mean, old Phoebe, she did, but I guess she was just really happy to be with me, and that I was home and all.
“How are Mr. and Mrs. Antolini?”, she asked me.“Theyre doing pretty good”, I said. Of course I would never tell her what really happened. I still couldnt believe it. It really bothered me. Had he always liked me in that way? I dont even want to answer that. Really.
Anyway, I was so happy to see old Phoebe. She was about the only friendly person whose company Id enjoyed since I left Pencey Prep. We got home early to my surprise and I took my suitcases into my room and lay it down on my bed. I was pretty tired, having hardly slept the night before. I had a big headache. All of a sudden I got