Sylvan Cheney's voice was very soft, almost as if he were talking in his sleep.
But the suite was very quiet, and he was close, so Jasmine Yale heard every word he said.
She scoffed, dismissive, not saying a word.
But Sylvan Cheney held down her waist, refusing to let go: "I rarely catch a cold, but last month I caught a bad one and had a fever. The doctor said not to drink, smoke, or stay up late. Don't you think they're all quacks? What does a cold have to do with these... all quacks... Actually, with a cold, you just tough it out, and it'll naturally get better in a week…"
"Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan Cheney," Jasmine Yale called to him.
