Jane

I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn´t sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls, if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they´d bore you or something. Jane was different. We´d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we´d start holding hands, and we wouldn´t quit till the movie was over. And without changing position or making a big deal out of it, You never even worried, with Jane, wether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.


The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger