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Show -12 on a rope. When she told us her name I smiled. "What's funny?" she said. "Nothing. The first girl I ever made it with was named Jenny too. I was remembering." "Hmm," she said. The dog rode in the back with J. Cash's paint and ladders, and Jenny came up front between us. Her nose was just barely too big for the rest of her features, and had a slight bump in the middle, but she was nearly pretty. She was no older than I was, but some faint lines that indicated character or maybe more experience of life than I'd had, already showed on her face, underlining the eyes. She looked nothing like the Jenny I knew before, but a certain confusion began to grow in my mind anyway, for no good reason except the name and maybe that in the narrow cab her leg kept rubbing against mine. I put a hand on her knee and she frowned. ^'Don't do that," she said. J. Cash screwed up his eyes against the light and groped one-handed under the seat for a new bottle. "Lucky at cards, unlucky at love," he said. He gave me a sly grin. I had told him how I had won six hundred dollars in a latrine poker game the night before I was discharged. I was going to live in Los Angeles and not bother to look for a job until the money ran out. "Can't have everything," he said. "Kids |