Mr. Klutz did not react to her little rant about her son being an angel and he stood ready to correct her and then she made the comment about him not looking at her and that frustrated him, he had said his piece. What else did she want from him? So when she left he followed after her up the stairs and to the kitchen. He hated to see a woman cry, absolutely despised it since it was the one thing that always got to him. And this was of course no exception, he went over to her as she sat at his table. He stood there with an apologetic look on his face.<br/><br/>"I am sorry. But I would not lie to a pretty thing like you. He was just overreacting is all."  He sat at the chair across from her, his hands pulling out a very clean white handkerchief from his pocket. He slid it across the table towards the desirable older woman that he could not help but feel weak around at the moment because she was crying. His clothes were covered in some saw dust from when he had been making the shelf. This gave the room the smell of freshly cut wood, bit none of this dust was on the handkerchief.