It's 6 months after all that phony stuff went down and my phony mother decided to host a dinner.
I hate that sort of thing. My mother says it'll be all 'grand'. I hate that word. It's so goddamn phony.
You know what's not phony? My little sister Phoebe. Boy is she gorgeous. My mother tied her hair up into these little pig tails and got her all fancy for the dinner. She's got nice little roller skate legs.
I on the other hand couldn't have been bothered to get all fancy like that. I figured it didn't matter what I wore and that there was no point in getting all fancy for something so phony. No matter what I did I'd never look as hot and sexy as that goddamn Stradlater anyways. Who was of course, by my mothers invite coming to this dinner.
My mother asked if I'd like to ask him over and all I did was give a shrug and say that he sure was one helluva guy. She took that as him being my friend, you know how mothers are like that and all.
The other two she invited was old Mr Antinolli and Jane Gallagher. Well Stradlater invited Jane to be clear. God he probably forgot all about me and Jane and all. He's a huge phony!
