“Take it, for Chrissake. I didn’t poison it or anything.”
Ginnie accepted the sandwich half. “Well, thank you very much,” she said.
“It’s chicken,” he said, standing over her, watching her. “Bought it last night in a goddam delicatessen.”
“It looks very good.”
“Well, eat it, then.”
Ginnie took a bite.
“Good, huh?”
Ginnie swallowed with difficulty. “Very,” she said.
Selena’s brother nodded. He looked absently around the room, scratching the pit of his chest. “Well, I guess I better get dressed…. Jesus! There’s the bell. Take it easy, now!” He was gone.
Left alone, Ginnie looked around, without getting up, for a good place to throw out or hide the sandwich. She heard someone coming through the foyer. She put the sandwich into her polo-coat pocket.