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Ginnie
watched
him
for
a
minute
.
"
Stop
touching
it
,
"
she
said
suddenly
.
As
though
responding
to
an
electric
shock
,
Selena
’
s
brother
pulled
back
his
uninjured
hand
.
He
sat
up
a
trifle
straighter
—
or
rather
,
slumped
a
trifle
less
.
He
looked
at
some
object
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
An
almost
dreamy
expression
came
over
his
disorderly
features
.
He
inserted
the
nail
of
his
uninjured
index
finger
into
the
crevice
between
two
front
teeth
and
,
removing
a
food
particle
,
turned
to
Ginnie
.
"
Jeat
jet
?
"
he
asked
.
"
What
?
"
"
Jeat
lunch
yet
?
"
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
.
"
