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It goes back to me and Jane, see? She was my girl. A real peach, one of those bookish types most guys pass over, right? Comes across as real sweetheart… but not so much, if you know what I mean. In a good way. The whole package.

What’s that saying? Y’know? “An angel in the kitchen, a devil in the…”

Well, I’m getting to that, doc. I’m telling the story. This is all part of what happened.

Things were goin’ great with us. Now, you can probably tell, I been around a little, and I think Jane recognized she was getting a pretty good deal, a guy like me, good job, decent looks, someone who could show her a little bit of the world she was always readin’ about. This is a girl who was brought up sheltered… privileged. I mean, she’s the only chick I ever met who asked for a pony when she was a kid, and one shows up the very next day.

I think she saw an opportunity to get a little real world education, being with me, and heck, I was happy to oblige. She was a quick study, lemme tell you, those first few months.

Well, you know how it is with these things. Women start off grateful for the attention, and then it gets all turned around and they start thinking they can make demands. I mean, I enjoyed taking her out on the town, showing her around to all my buddies, goin’ to all my haunts and what not. But this one time, she wants to go to some art gallery or some such, something one of her feminist-bookstore-drum-circle-type friends tells her about, and I gotta tell you, such things do not appeal to me.

I told her, sorry sweetheart, we’re goin’ down to the Kozy Korner. There was a game on and all the guys were gonna be there. I was expected.

Well, yeah, of course we did what I wanted. Like I said, she was grateful for the attention from a real man, not like those swishy college boys she was probably used to. Anyway, how long can you stand around eating cheese and looking at a bunch of color-by-numbers? Damn right we went to the bar.

I couldn’t see the big deal.

Things were fine for a few more weeks, then she starts dropping hints about this lecture about all this Sovereign stuff. Of course, she wants to go. That’s really the first time I started paying attention to all you guys. Honest to Pete, I thought all this crap about people who can fly and read minds and everything was just mass hysteria, like the Moon walk or whatever. But Jane really wants to waste her time – that reporter guy was gonna speak. What’s his name..?

Right, Kass. No kidding, he’s got an office right here at the Institute? Well, if I run into him, it’ll be the first time, since we didn’t go to no lecture. The new Arnold movie opened that night, and I’ve gone to the first showing of every Arnold movie since the one with that Dago shrimp from “Taxi.” I wasn’t about to miss it for some talking head going on and on about a buncha freaks. I want Sovereigns, I’ll turn on the news, you know what I’m saying?

Don’t rub it in, doc. No shit, things are different now. Hah freakin’ hah.