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"Faye, Maeve is sick, so I'm going to help," said Yves King. Only after he had rushed out the door did he remember that Faye Owen was still at home. He shouted back into the house, and then ran downstairs.
Faye was quite upset at his abrupt departure. Logically, it made sense. Maeve was sick and Wendy's husband was not at home. It made sense for Yves, as a friend and neighbor, to lend a hand. But, was Yves' reaction a bit too much? It's as if the sky was falling down?
Even if Yves wanted to make a good impression on Wendy, couldn't he be a bit more reserved? Why did he have to disregard Faye so shamelessly? She was filled with indignation, but still, she couldn't help but worry about Maeve, such a cute and lovable little girl. Gritting her teeth, Faye immediately grabbed her bag and followed Yves. Her anger towards Yves had nothing to do with Maeve.
