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All
of
a
sudden
,
on
my
way
out
to
the
lobby
,
I
got
old
Jane
Gallagher
on
the
brain
again
.
I
got
her
on
,
and
I
could
n't
get
her
off
.
I
sat
down
in
this
vomity-looking
chair
in
the
lobby
and
thought
about
her
and
Stradlater
sitting
in
that
goddam
Ed
Banky
's
car
,
and
though
I
was
pretty
damn
sure
old
Stradlater
had
n't
given
her
the
time
--
I
know
old
Jane
like
a
book
--
I
still
could
n't
get
her
off
my
brain
.
I
knew
her
like
a
book
.
I
really
did
.
I
mean
,
besides
checkers
,
she
was
quite
fond
of
all
athletic
sports
,
and
after
I
got
to
know
her
,
the
whole
summer
long
we
played
tennis
together
almost
every
morning
and
golf
almost
every
afternoon
.
I
really
got
to
know
her
quite
intimately
.
I
do
n't
mean
it
was
anything
physical
or
anything
--
it
was
n't
--
but
we
saw
each
other
all
the
time
.
You
do
n't
always
have
to
get
too
sexy
to
get
to
know
a
girl
.
The
way
I
met
her
,
this
Doberman
pinscher
she
had
used
to
come
over
and
relieve
himself
on
our
lawn
,
and
my
mother
got
very
irritated
about
it
.
She
called
up
Jane
's
mother
and
made
a
big
stink
about
it
.
My
mother
can
make
a
very
big
stink
about
that
kind
of
stuff
.
Then
what
happened
,
a
couple
of
days
later
I
saw
Jane
laying
on
her
stomach
next
to
the
swimming
pool
,
at
the
club
,
and
I
said
hello
to
her
.
I
knew
she
lived
in
the
house
next
to
ours
,
but
I
'd
never
conversed
with
her
before
or
anything
.
She
gave
me
the
big
freeze
when
I
said
hello
that
day
,
though
.
I
had
a
helluva
time
convincing
her
that
I
did
n't
give
a
good
goddam
where
her
dog
relieved
himself
.
He
could
do
it
in
the
living
room
,
for
all
I
cared
.
Anyway
,
after
that
,
Jane
and
I
got
to
be
friends
and
all
.
I
played
golf
with
her
that
same
afternoon
.
She
lost
eight
balls
,
I
remember
.
Eight
.
I
had
a
terrible
time
getting
her
to
at
least
open
her
eyes
when
she
took
a
swing
at
the
ball
.
I
improved
her
game
immensely
,
though
.
I
'm
a
very
good
golfer
.
If
I
told
you
what
I
go
around
in
,
you
probably
would
n't
believe
me
.
I
almost
was
once
in
a
movie
short
,
but
I
changed
my
mind
at
the
last
minute
.
I
figured
that
anybody
that
hates
the
movies
as
much
as
I
do
,
I
'd
be
a
phony
if
I
let
them
stick
me
in
a
movie
short
.
She
was
a
funny
girl
,
old
Jane
.
I
would
n't
exactly
describe
her
as
strictly
beautiful
.
She
knocked
me
out
,
though
.
She
was
sort
of
muckle-mouthed
.
I
mean
when
she
was
talking
and
she
got
excited
about
something
,
her
mouth
sort
of
went
in
about
fifty
directions
,
her
lips
and
all
.
That
killed
me
.
And
she
never
really
closed
it
all
the
way
,
her
mouth
.
It
was
always
just
a
little
bit
open
,
especially
when
she
got
in
her
golf
stance
,
or
when
she
was
reading
a
book
.
She
was
always
reading
,
and
she
read
very
good
books
.
She
read
a
lot
of
poetry
and
all
.
She
was
the
only
one
,
outside
my
family
,
that
I
ever
showed
Allie
's
baseball
mitt
to
,
with
all
the
poems
written
on
it
.
She
'd
never
met
Allie
or
anything
,
because
that
was
her
first
summer
in
Maine
--
before
that
,
she
went
to
Cape
Cod
--
but
I
told
her
quite
a
lot
about
him
.
She
was
interested
in
that
kind
of
stuff
.
My
mother
did
n't
like
her
too
much
.
I
mean
my
mother
always
thought
Jane
and
her
mother
were
sort
of
snubbing
her
or
something
when
they
did
n't
say
hello
.
My
mother
saw
them
in
the
village
a
lot
,
because
Jane
used
to
drive
to
market
with
her
mother
in
this
LaSalle
convertible
they
had
.
My
mother
did
n't
think
Jane
was
pretty
,
even
.
I
did
,
though
.
I
just
liked
the
way
she
looked
,
that
's
all
.
I
remember
this
one
afternoon
.
It
was
the
only
time
old
Jane
and
I
ever
got
close
to
necking
,
even
.
It
was
a
Saturday
and
it
was
raining
like
a
bastard
out
,
and
I
was
over
at
her
house
,
on
the
porch
--
they
had
this
big
screened-in
porch
.
We
were
playing
checkers
.
I
used
to
kid
her
once
in
a
while
because
she
would
n't
take
her
kings
out
of
the
back
row
.
But
I
did
n't
kid
her
much
,
though
.
You
never
wanted
to
kid
Jane
too
much
.
I
think
I
really
like
it
best
when
you
can
kid
the
pants
off
a
girl
when
the
opportunity
arises
,
but
it
's
a
funny
thing
.
The
girls
I
like
best
are
the
ones
I
never
feel
much
like
kidding
.
Sometimes
I
think
they
'd
like
it
if
you
kidded
them
--
in
fact
,
I
know
they
would
--
but
it
's
hard
to
get
started
,
once
you
've
known
them
a
pretty
long
time
and
never
kidded
them
.
Anyway
,
I
was
telling
you
about
that
afternoon
Jane
and
I
came
close
to
necking
.
It
was
raining
like
hell
and
we
were
out
on
her
porch
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
this
booze
hound
her
mother
was
married
to
came
out
on
the
porch
and
asked
Jane
if
there
were
any
cigarettes
in
the
house
.
I
did
n't
know
him
too
well
or
anything
,
but
he
looked
like
the
kind
of
guy
that
would
n't
talk
to
you
much
unless
he
wanted
something
off
you
.
He
had
a
lousy
personality
.
Anyway
,
old
Jane
would
n't
answer
him
when
he
asked
her
if
she
knew
where
there
was
any
cigarettes
.
So
the
guy
asked
her
again
,
but
she
still
would
n't
answer
him
.
She
did
n't
even
look
up
from
the
game
.
Finally
the
guy
went
inside
the
house
.
When
he
did
,
I
asked
Jane
what
the
hell
was
going
on
.
She
would
n't
even
answer
me
,
then
.
She
made
out
like
she
was
concentrating
on
her
next
move
in
the
game
and
all
.
Then
all
of
a
sudden
,
this
tear
plopped
down
on
the
checkerboard
.
On
one
of
the
red
squares
--
boy
,
I
can
still
see
it
.
She
just
rubbed
it
into
the
board
with
her
finger
.
I
do
n't
know
why
,
but
it
bothered
hell
out
of
me
.
So
what
I
did
was
,
I
went
over
and
made
her
move
over
on
the
glider
so
that
I
could
sit
down
next
to
her
--
I
practically
sat
down
in
her
lap
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
.
Then
she
really
started
to
cry
,
and
the
next
thing
I
knew
,
I
was
kissing
her
all
over
--
anywhere
--
her
eyes
,
her
nose
,
her
forehead
,
her
eyebrows
and
all
,
her
ears
--
her
whole
face
except
her
mouth
and
all
.
She
sort
of
would
n't
let
me
get
to
her
mouth
.
Anyway
,
it
was
the
closest
we
ever
got
to
necking
.
After
a
while
,
she
got
up
and
went
in
and
put
on
this
red
and
white
sweater
she
had
,
that
knocked
me
out
,
and
we
went
to
a
goddam
movie
.
I
asked
her
,
on
the
way
,
if
Mr.
Cudahy
--
that
was
the
booze
hound
's
name
--
had
ever
tried
to
get
wise
with
her
.
She
was
pretty
young
,
but
she
had
this
terrific
figure
,
and
I
would
n't
've
put
it
past
that
Cudahy
bastard
.
She
said
no
,
though
.
I
never
did
find
out
what
the
hell
was
the
matter
.
Some
girls
you
practically
never
find
out
what
's
the
matter
.
I
do
n't
want
you
to
get
the
idea
she
was
a
goddam
icicle
or
something
,
just
because
we
never
necked
or
horsed
around
much
.
She
was
n't
.
I
held
hands
with
her
all
the
time
,
for
instance
.
That
does
n't
sound
like
much
,
I
realize
,
but
she
was
terrific
to
hold
hands
with
.
Most
girls
if
you
hold
hands
with
them
,
their
goddam
hand
dies
on
you
,
or
else
they
think
they
have
to
keep
moving
their
hand
all
the
time
,
as
if
they
were
afraid
they
'd
bore
you
or
something
.
Jane
was
different
.
We
'd
get
into
a
goddam
movie
or
something
,
and
right
away
we
'd
start
holding
hands
,
and
we
would
n't
quit
till
the
movie
was
over
.
And
without
changing
the
position
or
making
a
big
deal
out
of
it
.
You
never
even
worried
,
with
Jane
,
whether
your
hand
was
sweaty
or
not
.
All
you
knew
was
,
you
were
happy
.
You
really
were
.
One
other
thing
I
just
thought
of
.
One
time
,
in
this
movie
,
Jane
did
something
that
just
about
knocked
me
out
.
The
newsreel
was
on
or
something
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
I
felt
this
hand
on
the
back
of
my
neck
,
and
it
was
Jane
's
.
It
was
a
funny
thing
to
do
.
