Slowly, Eddie took a bite of the food, not speaking. "I suppose it does," he said, when he'd eaten enough to feel a bit better. He paused a moment then, his brain catching on something. "Is Ginny British?" he finally asked, then chewed a bit more. "Seems I remember some newspaper story about a Ginny who came down here for pro football." He looked up at Jackson with a smile.
"If it's the same girl, I wouldn't mind going to one of her games and meeting her after. If the pic in the paper did her any justice, she's got great legs and an arse to die for."