Gina wrapped both hands around her mug.
"Okay," she said. "Now you tell me why."
"Why what?"
"Why a grown man with a class ring and a peacoat that cost more than my rent was willing to arm-wrestle a woman for a doll on the fifth floor of Halloran's on a Saturday afternoon."
"You started it."
"I absolutely did not start it. We touched it at the same time. I have witnesses. Dot is a witness."
"I don't think Dot's going to testify for you."
"Dot," said Gina, "loved me. I could tell."
Graham picked up his peppermint stick and stirred his cocoa with it, slowly, around and around. She could see him deciding something.