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"
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
.
A
young
man
in
his
early
thirties
,
neither
short
nor
tall
,
came
into
the
room
.
His
regular
features
,
his
short
haircut
,
the
cut
of
his
suit
,
the
pattern
of
his
foulard
necktie
gave
out
no
really
final
information
.
He
might
have
been
on
the
staff
,
or
trying
to
get
on
the
staff
,
of
a
news
magazine
.
He
might
have
just
been
in
a
play
that
closed
in
Philadelphia
.
He
might
have
been
with
a
law
firm
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
,
cordially
,
to
Ginnie
.
"
Hello
.
"
"
Seen
Franklin
?
"
he
asked
.
