"If you're so worried, let's find comfort in bed. Just give in already, Felix." Even at this point, Averill had not given up her real reason for visiting and was still trying every trick in her book.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Felix, already looking for an escape from Averill's advances, rushed to answer. Seeing it was his neighbor Queenie, he was beyond relieved. Talk about perfect timing!

"Queenie, I'll get the door right away!" He turned to Averill. "It might be something urgent from my neighbor. Let's catch up another time."

Averill rolled her eyes and vanished. She knew Felix well enough. She'd almost had him, but the moment was gone now that they had been interrupted. There was no point in staying.

When Queenie entered, her face was flushed pink, like a ripe apple.

"What's wrong?" Felix had already guessed, but it was not something easy to bring up.

"I don't feel well. I think I have a fever. My whole body's burning up. I was going to the hospital, but I saw your li