Jenny and I lived with our folks and shared a room. She was two years younger than I, and we were fairly close.
She had arrived home before me. I assume Maxie had dropped her, and she had been waiting for me.
Never had Jenny been so avid about anything as she was about Maxie. I could see she was deep in love with him, and I could understand why.
If I were more dishonest, I’d disparage him, and hope the sister vs boyfriend thing would be decided in my favor.
But I couldn’t say anything against him.
If Jenny dropped him, because of me, and I grabbed him, she would never speak to me again.
So I said to her, what I had said to Bob; “I need more time…” adding,
“I just met him, I know nothing about him.”