Heartstrings on Fire

Good thing Agnes was quick on her feet, so that bucket of water only dampened the hem of her dress.

The woman was fierce and intimidating. “Get out! Now! You’re not welcome here.”

Agnes said calmly, “Mrs. Fabian, I just want to talk to you. I mean no harm.”

Mrs. Fabian looked impatient. “I have nothing to discuss with journalists. Leave now or I’ll kick you out.” With that, Mrs. Fabian slammed the door shut.

Agnes found herself left out in the cold.

She sighed. This was a tough nut to crack, no chance for a conversation at all.

But Agnes was not one to give up so easily. She stood at the doorstep, plotting her next move.

Soon after, she heard the barking of dogs in the alleyway, and clearly someone else was approaching.

a sleek black overcoat, came in slowly with the backdrop

Jared was like swallowing a calming pill for Agnes, whose anxiety lessened considerably at his sight.

damp

frowned. “I couldn’t get in and start a conversation. Do you

“Let me try.”

was famously known as

the door again, and in no time, the door swung open.

or I’ll call the police.” The same woman’s voice, filled with murderous intent. Seeing two people at her doorstep, she snarled, “What now, you brought reinforcements? Don’t think I’ll be

the stray animals? If you’re gone, who will take

seemed to hit a nerve. The woman’s expression changed

working on a special feature for the Stray Animal Protection Association about the stray animals in Harmony Hollow. Since you’re the only

Mrs. Fabian’s expression softened as she asked, “So you’re not here on behalf of

“I’m a journalist, not a government official. Evictions are not within my jurisdiction, Mrs. Fabian. We’re