"Ain't they gonna be mad?" I ast.

"Screw em," says Ivan, wavin his hands. "That's what it's all about, Gump! Base capitalism! The old fuckeroo! We gotta consolidate, fire people, get folks scared, an then, when they ain't lookin, get our hands in their pockets. That's what the deal is, my boy!"

An so it went, me signin papers an Ivan an Mike Mulligan buyin an sellin. Meantime, I was gettin my taste of the high life in New York City. I gone to Broadway plays an private clubs an charity benefits at Tavern on the Green. Seems like nobody don't cook at home in New York, but go out to restaurants ever night an eat mysterious-lookin food that cost as much as a new suit of clothes. But I guess it don't matter to me, account of I am makin so much money. Miss Hudgins, she is my "escort" at these affairs. She says Ivan Bozosky wants me to keep a "high profile," an indeed this is so. Ever week I am mentioned in the newspaper gossip columns, an many times they run my picture, too. Miss Hudgins says there are three newspapers in New York—the "smart people's paper," the "dumb people's paper," an the "stupid people's paper." But, Miss Hudgins say, everbody who is anybody reads all three, account of they want to see if they are in there.

One night we had got through with a big charity dance an Miss Hudgins was gonna drop me off at the Helmsley Palace before Eddie took her home. But this time, she say she'd like to come up to my suite "for a nightcap." I am wonderin why, but it is not nice to say no to a lady, so we went on up.

Soon as we get inside, Miss Hudgins turns on the hi-fi, goes over to the bar, an makes a drink. Straight scotch. Then she kicks off her shoes an plops down on the sofa in a reclinin pose.

"Why don't you kiss me," she asts.

I gone over an give her a peck on the cheek, but she graps me an hauls me down on top of her.

"Here, Forrest, I want you to sniff this." With one hand, she dumps a little white powder from a vial out on her thumbnail.

"Why?" I ast.

"Cause it'll make you feel good. It'll make you feel powerful."

"Why I need to feel that?"

"Just do it," she says. "Just this one time. If you don't like it, you don't have to do it again."

I didn't much want to, but it seemed harmless enough, you know? Wadn't but a little bit of white powder. An so I done it. Made me sneeze.

"I've waited a long time for this, Forrest," she says. "I want you."

"Ah, well," I says, "I thought we had a sort of workin relationship, you know?"

"Yeah, well, it's time you get to working!" she pants, an begun to undo my tie an grap at me with her hands.

Well, I didn't know what I was sposed to do. I mean, I had always heard it was a mistake to git involved with persons you work with—"Do not foul your own nest" was what Lieutenant Dan used to say—but at this point, I am truly confused. Miss Hudgins was certainly a beautiful woman, an I had not been with a woman, beautiful or otherwise, in a long time... an after all, you are not sposed to say no to a lady... an so I done made all the excuses I could think of in the time allowed, an the next thing I knowed, Miss Hudgins an I was in bed.

After it was over, she smoked a cigarette an thowed on her clothes an left, an I was there alone. She had lit the fire in the fireplace an the logs was flickerin low an orange, an I was not feelin good, like I reckon I was sposed to, but sort of lonely an scared, an wonderin where my life is headed up in New York City. An as I am lyin there, starin at the fire, lo an behole, there suddenly appeared Jenny's face in the flames.

"Well, bozo, I spose you're proud of yourself," she says.

"Oh, no, I'm not, in fact, I'm sorry. I didn't never want to get into bed with Miss Hudgins in the first place," I tole her.

"That's not what I'm talkin about, Forrest," Jenny says. "I didn't expect you to never sleep with another woman. You're a human. You got needs. That's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"Your life, you big moose. What are you doing here? When was the last time you spent any time with little Forrest?"

"Well, I called him a few weeks ago. I sent him money..."

"And you think that's all there is to it, huh? Just send the money and make a few phone calls?"

"No—but what I'm gonna do? Where I'm gonna get the money. Who else is gonna give me a job? Ivan's payin me top dollar here."

"Yeah? For what? Do you have any idea what those papers are you're signing every day?"

"I ain't sposed to, Jenny—that's what Mr. Bozosky said."

"Uh huh. Well, I reckon you're just gonna have to find out the hard way. And I spose you don't have any idea what that crap was you just stuck up your nose, either."

"Not really."

"But you did it anyhow, just like you always do. You know, Forrest, I've always said you might not be the brightest feller in town, but you're not as dumb as you act sometimes. I've known you all my life and the problem is, mostly, you just don't think—You know what I mean?"

"Well, I was kinda hopin you'd help me out there a little."

"I told you, it ain't my turn to watch you all the time, Forrest. You gotta start lookin out for yourself—and while you're at it, you might pay a little more attention to little Forrest. Mama's gettin old, she can't do it all. Boy like that, he needs a daddy in his life."

"Where?" I ast. "Here? You want me to move him up to this dump—I might be stupid, but I ain't so dumb I don't see that this ain't no place to raise a boy—everbody either rich or poor, an no in between. These people, they ain't got no values, Jenny. It's all about money an shit, an gettin your ass in the newspaper columns."

"Yeah, an you're right in the middle of it, aren't you? What you're describing is just one side of this town that you're seeing. Maybe there's another one. People are pretty much the same, everyplace."

"I am doing what I am tole," I says.

"What ever happened to doin the right thing?"

To this, I had no answer, an all of a sudden, Jenny's face begun to fade behind the fire.

"Now, wait a minute," I says. "We is just beginnin to get things straight—Don't go now—It ain't been but a couple of minutes..."

"See you later, alligator," she says, an then she is gone. I set up in the bed an tears come to my eyes. Ain't nobody understands what is happenin with me—not even Jenny. I wanted to pull the sheets over my head an not get up at all, but after a while, I gone on an got dressed an went into the office. On my desk, Miss Hudgins had left a pile of papers for me to sign.

Well, I know that Jenny is right about one thing. I got to spend some time with little Forrest, an so I arranged for him to come up to New York City for a few days' vacation. He arrived on a Friday, an Eddie picked him up at the airport in my limousine, which I figgered would impress him. It didn't.

He come into my office wearin dungarees an a T-shirt, took a quick look around, an delivered his opinion.

"I'd rather be back at the pig farm."

"How come?" I ast.

"What's so good about all this?" he says. "You gotta nice view. So what?"

"It's where I earn my livin," I says.

"Doin what?"

"Signin papers."

"This what you gonna do the rest of your life?"

"I dunno. I mean, it pays the bills."

He shook his head an gone over to the winder.

"What's that out there?" he ast. "That the Statue of Liberty?"

"Yup," I says. "That's her." I can't get over how much he has growed up. He must be more than five feet tall an is certainly a handsome young man, with Jenny's blond hair an blue eyes.

"You wanna go see her?"

"Who?"

"The Statue of Liberty."

"I guess," he says.

"Well, good, cause I done arranged for us to take a tour of the town these next few days. We is gonna see all the sights."