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So what I did was, I went over and made her move over on the glider so that I\ncould sit down next to her--I practically sat down in her lap, as a matter of fact. Then she\nreally started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over--anywhere--her\neyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows and all, her ears--her whole face except her\nmouth and all. She sort of wouldn't let me get to her mouth. Anyway, it was the closest\nwe ever got to necking. After a while, she got up and went in and put on this red and\nwhite sweater she had, that knocked me out, and we went to a goddam movie. I asked\nher, on the way, if Mr. Cudahy--that was the booze hound's name--had ever tried to get\nwise with her. She was pretty young, but she had this terrific figure, and I wouldn't've put\nit past that Cudahy bastard. She said no, though. I never did find out what the hell was the\nmatter. Some girls you practically never find out what's the matter.\nI don't want you to get the idea she was a goddam icicle or something, just\nbecause we never necked or horsed around much. She wasn't. I held hands with her all\nthe time, for instance. That doesn't sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold\nhands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or\nelse they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid\nthey'd bore you or something. Jane was different. We'd get into a goddam movie or\nsomething, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we wouldn't quit till the movie\nwas over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never\neven worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you\nwere happy. You really were.\nOne other thing I just thought of. One time, in this movie, Jane did something that\njust about knocked me out. The newsreel was on or something, and all of a sudden I felt\nthis hand on the back of my neck, and it was Jane's. It was a funny thing to do. I mean\nshe was quite young and all, and most girls if you see them putting their hand on the back\nof somebody's neck, they're around twenty-five or thirty and usually they're doing it to\ntheir husband or their little kid--I do it to my kid sister Phoebe once in a while, for\ninstance. But if a girl's quite young and all and she does it, it's so pretty it just about kills\nyou.\nAnyway, that's what I was thinking about while I sat in that vomity-looking chair\nin the lobby. Old Jane. Every time I got to the part about her out with Stradlater in that\ndamn Ed Banky's car, it almost drove me crazy. I knew she wouldn't let him get to first\nbase with her, but it drove me crazy anyway. I don't even like to talk about it, if you want\nto know the truth.\nThere was hardly anybody in the lobby any more. Even all the whory-looking\nblondes weren't around any more, and all of a sudden I felt like getting the hell out of the\nplace. It was too depressing. And I wasn't tired or anything. So I went up to my room and\nput on my coat. I also took a look out the window to see if all the perverts were still in\naction, but the lights and all were out now. I went down in the elevator again and got a\ncab and told the driver to take me down to Ernie's. Ernie's is this night club in Greenwich\nVillage that my brother D.B. used to go to quite frequently before he went out to","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:03.152Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1855},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFHMJM2J9JHQAQM1Q9SKBJWF","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FHT9REKHDJC6HDEM13Q8C","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FHT88V5WGSD39224Q4ZKZ","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KG6FKKEC20APXA6QNYH44DTF","peer_label":"Rye_page_0043_medium.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FKPY66MPV3ETW4XWXGTPT","peer_label":"Rye_page_0043_thumb.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","predicate":"has_assembly"}],"ver":6,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:05.164Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:40:41.734Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFC4A8W8939TXGEXCK439ZK"}}