When Stella woke up the next day, the sun was beaming through the window. She went downstairs, yawning. She noticed someone sitting in the yard momentarily.

Without glancing, she said, "Good morning, Ms. Anderson.

“ Nearly 10 o'clock has arrived. morning?"

Stella was taken aback. Rubbing her eyes, she saw that the person seated at the stone table was not Ms. Anderson. Rather, Clarence was the one consuming breakfast.

Surprised, Stella asked, "Where is Ms. Anderson?"

"She's out."

With a gawk, Stella asked, "Why are you here?"

With a peek in her direction, Clarence turned around. His tone was cold as he asked, "Why can't I be here?" That was...