“I never heard her mention you,” she said.
“That worries me. That worries hell outa me.”
“Anyway, she’s engaged,” Ginnie said, watching him. “She’s gonna be married next month.”
“Who to?” he asked, looking up.
Ginnie took full advantage of his having looked up. “Nobody you know.”
He resumed picking at his own first-aid work. “I pity him,” he said.
Ginnie snorted.
“It’s still bleedin’ like mad. Ya think I oughta put something on it? What’s good to put on it? Mercurochrome any good?”
“Iodine’s better,” Ginnie said. Then, feeling her answer was too civil under the circumstances, she added, “Mercurochrome’s no good at all for that.”
“Why not? What’s the matter with it?”