Ginnie shook her head. “I’ll eat when I get home,” she said. “My mother always has lunch ready for me when I get home.”
“I got a half a chicken sandwich in my room. Ya want it? I didn’t touch it or anything.”
“No, thank you. Really.”
“You just played tennis, for Chrissake. Aren’tcha hungry?”
“It isn’t that,” said Ginnie, crossing her legs. “It’s just that my mother always has lunch ready when I get home. She goes insane if I’m not hungry, I mean.”
Selena’s brother seemed to accept this explanation. At least, he nodded and looked away. But he turned back suddenly. “How ‘bout a glassa milk?” he said.
“No, thanks…. Thank you, though.”
Absently, he bent over and scratched his bare ankle. “What’s the name of this guy she’s marrying?” he asked.
“Joan, you mean?” said Ginnie. “Dick Heffner.”
Selena’s brother went on scratching his ankle.