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I had a helluva time convincing her\nthat I didn't give a good goddam where her dog relieved himself. He could do it in the\nliving room, for all I cared. Anyway, after that, Jane and I got to be friends and all. I\nplayed golf with her that same afternoon. She lost eight balls, I remember. Eight. I had a\nterrible time getting her to at least open her eyes when she took a swing at the ball. I\nimproved her game immensely, though. I'm a very good golfer. If I told you what I go\naround in, you probably wouldn't believe me. I almost was once in a movie short, but I\nchanged my mind at the last minute. I figured that anybody that hates the movies as much\nas I do, I'd be a phony if I let them stick me in a movie short.\nShe was a funny girl, old Jane. I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful.\nShe knocked me out, though. She was sort of muckle-mouthed. I mean when she was\ntalking and she got excited about something, her mouth sort of went in about fifty\ndirections, her lips and all. That killed me. And she never really closed it all the way, her\nmouth. It was always just a little bit open, especially when she got in her golf stance, or\nwhen she was reading a book. She was always reading, and she read very good books.\nShe read a lot of poetry and all. She was the only one, outside my family, that I ever\nshowed Allie's baseball mitt to, with all the poems written on it. She'd never met Allie or\nanything, because that was her first summer in Maine--before that, she went to Cape Cod-\n-but I told her quite a lot about him. She was interested in that kind of stuff.\nMy mother didn't like her too much. I mean my mother always thought Jane and\nher mother were sort of snubbing her or something when they didn't say hello. My\nmother saw them in the village a lot, because Jane used to drive to market with her\nmother in this LaSalle convertible they had. My mother didn't think Jane was pretty,\neven. I did, though. I just liked the way she looked, that's all.\nI remember this one afternoon. It was the only time old Jane and I ever got close\nto necking, even. It was a Saturday and it was raining like a bastard out, and I was over at\nher house, on the porch--they had this big screened-in porch. We were playing checkers. I\nused to kid her once in a while because she wouldn't take her kings out of the back row.\nBut I didn't kid her much, though. You never wanted to kid Jane too much. I think I really\nlike it best when you can kid the pants off a girl when the opportunity arises, but it's a\nfunny thing. The girls I like best are the ones I never feel much like kidding. Sometimes I\nthink they'd like it if you kidded them--in fact, I know they would--but it's hard to get\nstarted, once you've known them a pretty long time and never kidded them. Anyway, I\nwas telling you about that afternoon Jane and I came close to necking. It was raining like\nhell and we were out on her porch, and all of a sudden this booze hound her mother was\nmarried to came out on the porch and asked Jane if there were any cigarettes in the house.\nI didn't know him too well or anything, but he looked like the kind of guy that wouldn't\ntalk to you much unless he wanted something off you. He had a lousy personality.\nAnyway, old Jane wouldn't answer him when he asked her if she knew where there was\nany cigarettes. So the guy asked her again, but she still wouldn't answer him. 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