Mr and Mrs Antolini had a very swanky apartment. He reminded me a bit of D.B. and when D.B. went to Hollywood, Mr Antolini told him not to go. I rang the door bell and when he answered he was stood wearing his bathrobe and holding a highball.
We got talking about different subjects and one got me thinking about this game we used to play in class and about this one kid who use to digress and talk about his farm in Vermont. Mr Antolini then told me that he can see me having a terrible fall.
He also said he can see me dying nobly for an unworthy cause. I guess that the cause would be to protect children. He got me some blankets and I went to sleep on the couch. I then woke up in the night and Mr Antolini was stoking my hair and watching me.
I got nervous as hell and I had to get out of there, I thought that he was making a move on me. I left straight away. I now had no one to talk to and I felt betrayed.
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