Whose Ginter?

“I’m here to deliver this package for…Ginter?” The door opens to reveal old neighbor Rose.
“Thank you, Fria.”
“Whose Ginter?” Fria asks.
“He’s my grandson, quite a shy boy. Never really liked to play outside, would you like to come in for some tea or a snack?”
Checking her watch Fria says, “Maybe next time? I gotta get ready for school, have a nice day!” Fria walks away.
“Nice girl, isn’t she?” Rose asks the hidden figure.
“Unlike the other nasty girls…no, one’s too good for my…sorry mommy didn’t mean to get mad. Do you want to play with her?”