“Jealous… of me?”

“Yes.”

“But why, she’s beautiful and smart, and she has an amazing job, and she’s got that great apartment looking over the park and….”

“For women like Marion, that’s not enough; besides, that’s not what I meant. She’s jealous of us.” I let it hang in the air, watching her closely for her reaction to my bold statement.

“But why? I don’t understand.” I saw the flash in her eyes, even as she told herself that ...