Jane: I’ve got a story to tell you all! In the
winter of ’32, I turned 17. I hit the road for the first time, taking the
advice of older hobos. I headed south to warmer climes where I could get work, $1-a-day plus food and shelter. I made friends with a young woman in the same situation
as me. Mary was also my age and size. Everyone believed we were sisters. We
thought a lot alike and hit if off very good. We teamed up and decided to make
our fortune together. All went well with us, until one night when Mary and I
were riding on the ladders between two boxcars. It was so cold my hands nearly
froze. I slipped my arm over a rung of the ladder and put my hand in my jacket
pocket. Being back to back, I couldn’t see Mary. All of a sudden the train gave
a jerk, as it took up slack in the draw bars. I heard Mary let out a muffled
moan. Mary was gone, disappeared under the wheels! No way could Mary survive. I
got so sick I had to climb up and lie on the catwalk. From then on, I was a
loner. I never teamed up with anyone again, but I kept on the road…
Girl: But you’re not on your own darling; I’m
here for you!
Jane: Is that you? I thought you
were a goner!
Girl: Why do you say that? Don't you remember our conversation?
Jane: Yeah, I remember, yeah … so where did you
get to? You left me all alone!
Girl: But, I didn't leave! You
would have been in so much trouble if it wasn’t for me, Jane! I always keep an eye
on you!
The others: Ha, Jane's losing it guys!
Girl: Jane, stay with us!
Jane: OK, Mary, OK...
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