From a distance, I watched my sister with Maultner. I stalked them like a wolf (which I kind of was) and they did not care. I also pondered and reflected heavily on myself.
Where was this jealousy coming from? Who was I envious of? Flourescent, for getting along so well with Maultner while we (Maultner and I) were sworn enemies in a sticky situation? Maultner, for finally having the other sister he wished for?
Ordinarily, I wouldn't care but I did. What in the world? Was it hormones? We approached the waterfall. I identified the spot where I had tied Maultner up, the branch I had whacked him with, his abandoned rifle. He was whispering to Flourescent, probably cooking up some bulls story that would salvage his dignity regarding that chapter of events.
"Don't you wish you could just push her off the cliff?"
