‘So?’ Jake interrupted, ‘Paul helped us. He helped me. Don’t you want that?’
‘Of course I do, Jake. But I don’t think Paul is who you think he is.’
‘You’re just jealous the resistance sent me to him and not you.’ Jake said bitterly.
‘Jake do you know how old Rina is?’ Leslie said, glaring at him.
‘I dunno, in her fifties or something?’ Jake shifted his feet, ‘but what does that have to do with anything? Paul was old too.’
‘Jake. Rina is 92. Paul’s been dead for years.’
Jake felt a shiver travel leisurely down his spine. He averted his eyes from his sister’s icy glance.
‘ But- but-‘ he stuttered.
‘Jake. Listen.’
‘No.* He backed away from her, holding out his finger.
‘You’re jealous. That’s it. You’re mad the resistance doesn’t think you’re worthy.’
‘Jake, you’re being ridiculous.’ She stepped towards him, but he stumbled backwards, lost his footing, and got up, running to the dais.
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