"Seriously? Again? They are everywhere we go. They are like cockroaches at this point," complained Rosetta in irritation. "We have to do something about them. I am sure they are planning to do bad things."
"I cannot leave Melva's side," said Vance in desperation, unable to tell the reason why he couldn't do so, hoping that Rosetta would not ask the question he was dreading.
He turned to look at Melva and took her hand in his, making it seem like he was someone hopelessly in love and couldn't stand to be separated from one another, although it was not the real reason why he was so desperate. Melva played along, because she knew she wouldn't be able to live with it if she let him stray too far from her and deprived of her warmth for too long. The sight of him being very ill, unconscious and bedridden in his chamber, skin so pale he looked dead, was haunting her mind every single day.
