Chapter 11 Golf

I got Jane Gallagher on the brain. I got her on and I couldn’t get her off. I sat down in this vomiting-looking chair in the lobby and thought about her and Stradlater sitting in that goddam Ed banky’s car. I knew her like a book. I still couldn’t get her off the brain. I mean, beside checkers, she was fond of athletic sports, and after I got to know her, the whole summer long we played tennis together almost every morning and golf almost every afternoon. I really got to know her quite intimately. You don’t always have to get too sexy to get to know a girl. She lives in a house next to ours. After that Jane and I got to friends and all. I had a terrible time getting her to at least open her eyes when she took a swing at the ball. I’m a terrific golfer.