Jane.

I was just sitting in the hotel lobby thinking about this girl I used to know a couple summers ago. She was my neighbor the first year she stayed in Maine. My mother didn’t like the way she looked, but she really knocked me out. We used to play tennis in the morning and golf in the afternoon every day for the whole summer. Sometimes we’d see her driving her family’s convertible to the market with her mother in the passenger’s seat. We used to play checkers too in the summer on her porch. One day we were playing checkers and her stepfather, who was a real dirt bag, came out and asked her for cigarettes and she wouldn’t tell him where they were. When he went back in the house, she started crying in front of me. I didn’t know what to do so I just sat real close and kissed her all almost everywhere. Everywhere but the mouth because she wouldn’t let me. I don’t know what was wrong, sometimes I can’t understand people, but I bet I helped her feel better.

I wonder why she would go for a guy like Stradlater.