Jane Gallagher

I almost was once in a movie short, but I changed my mind at the last minute. I figure if anyone hates the movies as much as I do, I’d be a phony if I let them stick me in a movie. I wouldn’t describe Jane as beautiful. She knocked me out though. She was sort of muckle-mouthed. It was always a little but open, even in her golf stance. That killed me. She read a lot of poetry and all. She was the only one I showed Allie’s baseball mitt to. She was interested in that kind of stuff. My mother didn’t think Jane was pretty, even. I did though. I just liked the way she looked that’s all. I remember this one afternoon. It was the only time old Jane and I ever got close to necking. She started to cry, the next thing I knew I was kissing her all over. Her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows and all. She sort of would let me get to her mouth.