Lorelei could tell there was a specific someone behind that anyway. A dark, bilious feeling came over her, and she was immediately disgusted with herself. It shouldn’t matter to her that Sylvia had feelings for someone. Why should anything that Sylvia did matter to her? But right now, in the too-close heat inside the tent, it felt terribly urgent. It felt like it would consume her entirely. My God, she thought with a slow-dawning horror. She was jealous. “Of course,” she said. “No one is good enough for you.”
