Taking the book, she read the back part of the jacket.
He started to reach into the inside of his jacket.
Someone had taken hold of his jacket to keep him from moving too fast.
The next year, he'd go on to win the first of his four green jackets.
My God, son, what sort of a jacket do you call that?
"I opened it up, and you'll never guess whose name was on the inside of the jacket."
It seemed to be coming from the pocket of the man's jacket.
He went to reach into the right pocket of his jacket.
Big King took the weight from the pocket of his jacket.
The one on the left grabbed for the inside of his jacket.
