“Virginia Mannox.”
“You Ginnie?” he said, squinting at her through his glasses. “You Ginnie Mannox?”
“Yes,” said Ginnie, uncrossing her legs.
Selena’s brother turned back to his finger, obviously for him the true and only focal point in the room. “I know your sister,” he said dispassionately. “Goddam snob.”
Ginnie arched her back.
“Who is?”
“You heard me.”
“She is not a snob!”
“The hell she’s not,” said Selena’s brother.
“She is not!”