Claire stayed standing, for the moment. This wasn't a conversation she'd ever wanted to have.

She decided she'd kill Sweet if she ever had the opportunity.

"I... I'm not...

"Every time I'm in the same room as she is, I feel like a little kid. I look at her, and then at my jeans and my ponytail and my lack of makeup and I feel like I'm just playing at something, and she's the real thing."

Claire shook her head. "Maybe I'm jealous of her. Maybe... it's that whole--there are parts of you I'll never see, and she will..."