It was a quiet ride home, as he said nothing to his daughter about the incident, hoping that if he said nothing to the effect of restricting her from seeing but not encouraging her either, then it would cause her to forget the boy she had met. Or at least that is hopefully what would happen, but he thought not. So he sat there in silence as he drove all the way home, his hands on the steering wheel and the foot on the accelerator, ever so carefully piloting his way back to their homestead. He dodged at least four accidents that would all have been caused by near over sight on the part of the other drivers.<br/><br/>They pulled into the drive of the house, he shifted to the side opened his door to the truck and stepped out, making his way to the house without saying a word to his daughter. He had forgotten to close the door on his side of the truck but he at least had the keys this time, unlike a lot of the other times where he would simply get out of the truck with the keys in the ignition and the door wide open.<br/><br/>He walked into the house, went through the living room, and then into the kitchen, where he then turned to look at the brown door where he grabbed the handle turning it slightly to pull it open. He took a step onto the top of the stairs where he closed and locked the door behind him. Mr. Klutz was now in his happy place where he could be alone with his tools to work on whatever his heart desired, a lot of his creations were failures, but he was just happy at the attempts, for now his daughter was free to do what she liked. Mr. Klutz grabbed his hammer and a piece of plywood. Maybe it was time to try and make a kind of shelf.