Harlan frowned and shook off Lindsay Walsh's hand. "Can you stop making a scene?"
"Making a scene? How am I making a scene? The four of them are all eating and drinking together, leaving the two of us out. What's that supposed to mean? Do they look down on us that much? We're on the same show, for crying out loud!"
"You've been at this all afternoon. Have you gained anything from it? Look at all those posts online cursing us out. Don't you ever wonder why?"
"I don't care! We're all on the same show, so how can they play such favorites? What gives Polly and Clementine the right?"
"I'm tired. I'm going to rest for a bit. If you want to go, go by yourself." Harlan couldn't be bothered to say more and turned to go into the bathroom.
Lindsay Walsh stood there hesitating for a moment, then suddenly rummaged through her suitcase. She pulled out two packs of spicy gluten strips and two soy-braised eggs, put them in a bag, and headed out the door.
