Surely the proverbial tables had taken a swift one-eighty, and Taiye had become the hapless, pining lover. It didn’t help that word from Salomé was scarce and slow to come. Intellectually, Taiye understood—she knew the rules of the game and, in fact, had enough in her own life to fill the space of Salomé’s absence. But emotionally, she wrestled with the unwieldy jaw of her envy.
