“I know,” he said quickly, and took his foot down from the window seat. He raised the window slightly and snapped his cigarette streetward. Then he turned, finished at the window. “Hey. Do me a favor. When this guy comes, willya tell him I’ll be ready in a coupla seconds? I just gotta shave is all. O.K.?”
Ginnie nodded.
“Ya want me to hurry Selena up or anything? She know you’re here?”
“Oh, she knows I’m here,” Ginnie said. “I’m in no hurry. Thank you.”
Selena’s brother nodded. Then he took a last, long look at his injured finger, as if to see whether it was in condition to make the trip back to his room.
“Why don’t you put a Band-Aid on it? Don’t you have any Band-Aid or anything?”
“Naa,” he said. “Well. Take it easy.” He wandered out of the room.
In a few seconds, he was back, bringing the sandwich half.
“Eat this,” he said. “It’s good.”
“Really, I’m not at all—”