Emily+Morris+Catcher+Letter+From+Holden

Dear Phoebe, I've been meaning to call you. I just got off school for holiday break on Wednesday and I got to thinking about you, DB and Allie after I had to write a paper for my roomate, Stradlater on Allie's old baseball mitt. I don't think you'd like old Stradlater. He wasn't very nice. Do you still rollerskate to the park? I was there the other day and looked around for you a bit; I ran into a girl from your school. She reminded me of your Saturday trips to the museam "with the indians", I even walked there, but it was sunday, so I didn't bother to go in looking for you. I really didn't feel like it, actually. Just haven't been in the mood lately, for anything, really. I have been looking for a new record for you though, one I know you'll like. It's real hard to find; a guy at Pencey had it and I tried to buy it off him for you but he wouldn't sell it. It's that good. It's sung by some black girl named Estelle Fletcher, like 20 years ago, and i couldn't imagine it any better. See you soon, Holden