Jane

"That's a professional secret, buddy." He said. "That's a professional secret."

I couldn't remember too much, but the next thing I knew I was on the goddamn floor and he was on my chest holding my wrists. He kept shouting at me to shut up and I kept calling him a goddamn moron. Then he really let one go at me, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the floor bawling and screaming. I just laid there for a while, I didn't even bother to get up, until I heard him walk down the hall to the can.

I went over to Ackley's room, and stuck around for a bit. I laid down on Ely's bed and just started thinking about Jane and all. I think that she'd like how I still remember the way she puts all her kings in the back row, or that she used to do ballet, but stopped because she thought it'd make her legs lousy. I wouldn't care one bit, though. She could dance all night with her little ballet shoes and I wouldn't mind.