God, Phoebe! I can’t explain. I just didn’t like anything that was happening at Pencey. I can’t explain.” Old Phoebe said something then, but I couldn’t hear her. She had the side of her mouth right smack on the pillow, and I couldn’t hear her. “What?” I said. “Take your mouth away. I can’t hear you with your mouth that way.” “You don’t like anything that’s happening.” It made me even more depressed when she said that.
