Mae: All I ever wanted was to be your friend, and you treat me like a big joke. You think I donât notice? Why donât you like me?
Bea: MaeâŚ
Mae: No, tell me.
Bea: Because⌠Iâm jealous.
Mae: Oh. Of what?
Bea: Of everything. Everything comes so easy for you. I⌠want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I donât know how. I donât know if I can.













