He stopped in his tracks, and looked back, to see Clara behind him, dressed in a different outfit from before, recently showered. But he already knew she had showered, unbeknownst to her, distracted as she was with setting the towels and mats out. The sandals, shorts and sleeveless shirt fit this young country lady quite well, and he turned to face her, listening to her plea.<br/><br/>As she took his hand and attempted to pull him back into the house, he protested. "Are you sure that's a good idea? He's already mad at me, and now he's got a chainsaw. It would be a massacre! Besides, I have to go visit my Mom. She made my favorite...Apple, blueberry, pumpkin upside-down pie." He paused, thinking suddenly about something. He continued after a moment. "What if I brought her here to meet Mr. Klutz? I've already mentioned you to her," he blurted out, then blushed, realizing what he'd admitted to. "Er, that is...she could bring some of her famous baking as a peace offering."<br/><br/>He allowed Clara to lead him back to the house, somewhat reluctantly. He pulled out his cell phone as he walked, and hit 'contacts', readying his Mom's number for later, and began rehearsing what he would say to Mr. Klutz, hoping Clara would back him up with the truth of the situation.