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Show •284 "I ran into old man McKinley," she said. "You know how things get around anyway. He said your girl was pretty but sort of nervous. Are you married?" "No. What about you?" "Couple of times. But it didn't work. I don't think I was cut out to be a housewife. They were nice guys, though. I still see both of them now and then. Don't get the wrong idea about this group I mentioned-we don't hate men, not in any bad way anyhow". We just like to talk dirty and complain a little. It's good for us. But some of my best friends are guys, ha, ha." I was glad to find that she was still a girl who laughed a lot. Back in school, besides the idea that she slept with boys if she liked them, which so fascinated us that it was hard to see past it, Jenny's laugh had been her best thing. It was high-pitched, but it was a boy's laugh, more natural than a girl's. Most women listen to themselves while they laugh, and tune the sound for attractiveness- they never quite let go. Not so Jenny - "I'm surprised you'd call me," I said. "We never knew each other very well. I mean other than that one time it was just hello in the hall and a couple of classes we sat through together." "Geometry and third-year English," she said. "I kept waiting for you to call me but you never did. I liked you |
