Mr Antolini

After I managed to escape from my house I went to Mr Antolinie’s apartment. Mr Antolini used to teach me English in Elkton Hills. He was a really nice man. I think he was the best teacher I have ever met. He wasn’t much older that my brother D.B. . He lived with his wife over on Sutton Place. Mrs Antolini was much older than my previous teacher and suffered from asthma. When I rang the doorbell Mr Antolini opened the door. He was really glad to see me again. When we sat down in the living room Mrs Lillian brought us coffee. She asked me not to look at her when she came in. Then we had a very long conversation with Mr Antolini about my future, plans and Pencey. He told me that he was worried about me. I told him there was no need. My English teacher was a good man. I did appreciate that he cared so much about me and my future. I was tired and wanted to go to bed but he was talking all the time. I thought he would never finish. During our chat he was drinking  booze all the time and he got pretty  drunk. Finally he finished giving me advice and told me to go to bed. He prepared a coach for me while I was getting undressed in the bathroom. I fell asleep immediately. All of a sudden I woke up because something very strange happened. I don’t like to mention what happened that night. I don’t really know what time it was. When I was already awake I saw Mr Antolinie’s hand on my head ! It was dark and he was sitting on the floor next to the coach on which I was sleeping with his hand on my head. I asked what he was doing. For him it wasn’t anything weird or embarrassing. I got up as quickly as I could and told my teacher that I had to go because I had left my suitcases at the station. He told me there was no need to worry because I could have picked them up the next day. Anyway I decided to leave. It was a very odd situation for me. When the elevator was finally there I got in and went down. I was sweating and didn’t know what to think about what had happended.

'Mr Antolini' author: Alicja Cwalina