Jane Gallagher
The Girl Who Keeps Your Marbles
I kept your kings in the back row.
I played piano and read poetry in the park. I had a way of listening without saying much, and sometimes, that was enough. You knew me from before everything got loud, before the world got its hands on you. I wasn’t dramatic about it, but I saw things — the way you worried, the way you talked. I kept your marbles, Holden. I always did.
What I'm Into: checkers, reading aloud, wounded birds, summer homes, listening without interrupting
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