"But... but..." Suddenly, her dress feels too tight, and her hat feels like it's choking her.
"I told you... I was... and you already... Nancy, are you fucking kidding me? Is this a joke?"

Lydia turns away. She feels... sick. Stunned, maybe? Kind of like she's been kneed, really hard, in the stomach.

"Nancy, if this is true, I need you to leave. Like, right now. Like, I can't... My fucking God, Nancy! I need to think about this."