right now and not laterThe day the Beatles landed in America, Janie's siblings were watching the moment on TV, while Janie was busy cleaning out her closet. In a box were all the records he'd ever given her. Records from popular rock bands, and salsa music he had let her borrow so he could teach her how to dance and "not that kid stuff you white folks do." She wasn't good at either, and he would only kiss her each time she stepped on his foot. Janie sighed and let the memory go. She held the jean jacket -- his jacket, the one he had put on her naked body the night they were caught in his car by the sheriff (How embarrassing. She was grateful the sheriff decided not to tell her father) -- and hesitated once before tossing it in the box. She put the box by her door and made a mental to donate it to the thrift shop tomorrow.