I still had old Jane on the mind. I was pretty sure Stradlater hadn't give her the time, I know her like a book. It took me a while to get Jane to stop giving me the freeze the first time I ever said hello to her, because my mum made a big stink about her dog relieving itself on our grass! I had to convince her that I didn't care where her dog did its thing! Anyway, we soon got friends after that, me and Jane.
We spent alot of time with Jane Gallager, but I only got close to necking with her once. I remember that afternoon. We were sat playing checkers in her porch, she had all her Kings on the back row. All of a sudden the booze hound her Mum was married to and asked Jane if there were any cigarettes at the house. I didn't know him well but I knew he had a lousy personality. Jane ignored him, he asked her twice but she didn't answer, she just stared down at the game. When the guy finally went back in the house I asked Jane what the hell was going on. Then all of a sudden, a big tear just dropped onto the keyboard, boy, I can still see it now. It bothered the hell outta me, I don't know why. She wouldn't tell me what was going on! I just told her to move over and sat down next to her, I was practically on her knee! Before I knew it, I was kissing her all over, her eyes, ears, nose, head, but just not her mouth. She sorta wouldn't let me get to her mouth. After a while she went in and put on this red and white sweater and we went to the cinema. That knocked me out. Anyway, that was the closest we ever got to necking.
Anyway, thats what I was thinking when I was sat in the lobby. When I looked round there was hardy anyone in the lobby anymore, even the whory blondes had gone. All of a sudden I felt like getting the hell outta there. I went downstairs and got a cab and told the cab driver to take me to Ernies. D.B. used to take me there, Ernie is this big coloured guy that plays the piano. He's a terrific snob, but he really can play the piano. But sometimes he plays, you can tell he's the sorta guy who won't talk to you unless your a big shot.
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