{"id":"01KG6FVH1Q9S1PRFET3BBWMGBS","cid":"bafkreidltrd32idzp6akslt3owcbixfooxqtupt2bqrcwgig3kdoebio44","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1985,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:20.744Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 7","source_file":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","start_line":1939,"text":"-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. She didn't\n\n\neven look up from the game. Finally the guy went inside the house. When he did, I asked\nJane what the hell was going on. She wouldn't even answer me, then. She made out like\nshe was concentrating on her next move in the game and all. Then all of a sudden, this\ntear plopped down on the checkerboard. On one of the red squares--boy, I can still see it.\nShe just rubbed it into the board with her finger. I don't know why, but it bothered hell\nout of me. 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","title":"Chunk 7"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6FV13CF8EYK8ZH4S5HFGWW","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FVH1JK6H7R4WM9ATS2WSA","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FVH1Q847PG562T23VTE0Q","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:23.383Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:41:29.535Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}