Wendell didn't say another word. He bent down, lifted her into his arms, and turned to head straight for the exit.
As he passed me, he glanced over his shoulder. His voice was tight with urgency and guilt. "Violet, head home by yourself first. I'm taking Yvette to get treated."
I kept my face blank. "Go on ahead."
He must have thought I was being too cold. "Don't get the wrong idea. You want me to just stand there and let Yvette have an episode in front of all these people?"
In his arms, Yvette clung tight to the collar of his shirt. Her knuckles were white, and sweat beaded across her face as she tried to hold back the symptoms.
Wendell glanced down at her, then looked back at me. There was a sharp edge of impatience in his voice now. "Yvette was just telling me she knows you love ti
