She groaned. Really, she didn't have a better answer than that.

"I wish I knew what I did to deserve this."

Now that she was feeling a little better, she gave a look around--at herself, the things in her arms, where she was--and her eyes settled on a wonderfully cushioned bench against the wall. Ah, yes. That was precisely what she wanted. So, Faye and her pillow and blanket and box of kleenex ambled over to pile onto it.