"Oh... Yes. By all means, Fred," she said in response to his words about the grandfather clock. Karen then looked at Clover as he up and left the two of them... she was soon quite alone with someone she ought not to be. The tension between them was thick enough to be rent by a kife... but it was the kind of tension that was a sweet ache within her belly, the butterflies fluttering about madly. She wondered if Clover really had a friend named Micheal or if it was just made up. She would not ask the question alloud, however, for it seemed like it would be rude of her to ask.