“The hell she’s not. She’s the queen. Queen of the goddam snobs.”
Ginnie watched him left up and peer under the thick folds of toilet paper on his finger.
“You don’t even know my sister.”
“Hell I don’t.”
“What’s her name? What’s her first name?” Ginnie demanded.
“Joan… . Joan the Snob.”
Ginnie was silent. “What’s she look like?” she asked suddenly.
No answer.
“What’s she look like?” Ginnie repeated.
“If she was half as good-looking as she thinks she is, she’d be goddam lucky,” Selena’s brother said. This had the stature of an interesting answer, in Ginnie’s secret opinion.