jemmy BrE
jimmy AmE ***

Jemmy had seen that once and never found it again.

She was probably no threat to a man like Jemmy.

Jemmy moved back to center and, after a moment, kept walking.

Jemmy came to understand that a major social disaster had taken place.

Jemmy saw more than one cart, hard to tell how many.

Jemmy found the pack when he'd nearly reached the Road.

She nodded toward the dark, then returned her attention to Jemmy.

And those who think you've killed Jemmy will soon forget that there ever was such a man.

Jemmy could see people walking away, far down the straight arm of the Road.

He'd vowed never to voice the thought that Jemmy was not his, ever.

"It might be a good idea for you to do a little concentrated thinking," Jemmy said.

Jemmy tried to read them, but they were only a glitter in the dark.

Jemmy walked toward them, followed at a distance by the girls.

"We're taking you and the child back with us," said Jemmy.

On an ordinary night Jemmy would have been asleep by now.

Jemmy was at the frost line when lights came on above him.

When the lights came on, Jemmy crawled out of bed with the rest.

Jemmy, with his arm hanging like a lead weight, started down.

Their child, Jemmy, was a year or so younger than the smallest girl.

Jemmy had tight hold of the cloth with both hands.

From the beginning Jemmy had seen a flood of electrical energy.

On the other side, Jemmy began to cry, but she ignored him for the moment.

Or maybe Jemmy can do both in his spare time."

The death of Jemmy was an unfortunate detail, but what can one do?

Jemmy had considered changing his story, but he judged this better.