{"id":"01KG0772KB38A9M85GSWKWGB5S","cid":"bafkreifodowowrihiz4h3rzya6hd4eoh4dakgoterihrdx65fwq34v6jva","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1947,"extracted_at":"2026-01-27T17:14:57.709Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KFYTG9MG93RTB6YAW34V48XG","start_line":1902,"text":" 1821\t11\n 1822\tAll of a sudden, on my way out to the lobby, I got old Jane Gallagher on the brain\n 1823\tagain. I got her on, and I couldn't get her off. I sat down in this vomity-looking chair in\n 1824\tthe lobby and thought about her and Stradlater sitting in that goddam Ed Banky's car, and\n 1825\tthough I was pretty damn sure old Stradlater hadn't given her the time--I know old Jane\n 1826\tlike a book--I still couldn't get her off my brain. I knew her like a book. I really did. I\n 1827\tmean, besides checkers, she was quite fond of all athletic sports, and after I got to know\n 1828\ther, the whole summer long we played tennis together almost every morning and golf\n 1829\talmost every afternoon. I really got to know her quite intimately. I don't mean it was\n 1830\tanything physical or anything--it wasn't--but we saw each other all the time. You don't\n 1831\talways have to get too sexy to get to know a girl.\n\n\n 1832\tThe way I met her, this Doberman pinscher she had used to come over and relieve\n 1833\thimself on our lawn, and my mother got very irritated about it. She called up Jane's\n 1834\tmother and made a big stink about it. My mother can make a very big stink about that\n 1835\tkind of stuff. Then what happened, a couple of days later I saw Jane laying on her\n 1836\tstomach next to the swimming pool, at the club, and I said hello to her. I knew she lived\n 1837\tin the house next to ours, but I'd never conversed with her before or anything. She gave\n 1838\tme the big freeze when I said hello that day, though. I had a helluva time convincing her\n 1839\tthat I didn't give a good goddam where her dog relieved himself. He could do it in the\n 1840\tliving room, for all I cared. Anyway, after that, Jane and I got to be friends and all. I\n 1841\tplayed golf with her that same afternoon. She lost eight balls, I remember. Eight. I had a\n 1842\tterrible time getting her to at least open her eyes when she took a swing at the ball. I\n 1843\timproved her game immensely, though. I'm a very good golfer. If I told you what I go\n 1844\taround in, you probably wouldn't believe me. I almost was once in a movie short, but I\n 1845\tchanged my mind at the last minute. I figured that anybody that hates the movies as much\n 1846\tas I do, I'd be a phony if I let them stick me in a movie short.\n 1847\tShe was a funny girl, old Jane. I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful.\n 1848\tShe knocked me out, though. She was sort of muckle-mouthed. I mean when she was\n 1849\ttalking and she got excited about something, her mouth sort of went in about fifty\n 1850\tdirections, her lips and all. That killed me. And she never really closed it all the way, her\n 1851\tmouth. It was always just a little bit open, especially when she got in her golf stance, or\n 1852\twhen she was reading a book. She was always reading, and she read very good books.\n 1853\tShe read a lot of poetry and all. She was the only one, outside my family, that I ever\n 1854\tshowed Allie's baseball mitt to, with all the poems written on it. She'd never met Allie or\n 1855\tanything, because that was her first summer in Maine--before that, she went to Cape Cod-\n 1856\t-but I told her quite a lot about him. She was interested in that kind of stuff.\n 1857\tMy mother didn't like her too much. I mean my mother always thought Jane and\n 1858\ther mother were sort of snubbing her or something when they didn't say hello. My\n 1859\tmother saw them in the village a lot, because Jane used to drive to market with her\n 1860\tmother in this LaSalle convertible they had. My mother didn't think Jane was pretty,\n 1861\teven. I did, though. I just liked the way she looked, that's all.\n 1862\tI remember this one afternoon. It was the only time old Jane and I ever got close\n 1863\tto necking, even. It was a Saturday and it was raining like a bastard out, and I was over at\n 1864\ther house, on the porch--they had this big screened-in porch. We were playing checkers. I","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG0725NWZV6VH878RGF6BABT","peer_label":"11","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":1,"created_at":"2026-01-27T17:14:58.252Z","ts":"2026-01-27T17:14:58.252Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}