After a long night, Florence Fuller finally rested at the farmstead by dawn.
The next day, she slept until she naturally woke up, and as soon as she went downstairs, she saw Old Mr. Gardiner gathered around the small water tank, looking at the fish inside with obvious delight.
Luke Gardiner was sitting on the sofa with a tablet, looking at some documents. When he noticed her coming down and then looked at Old Mr. Gardiner, he felt a bit guilty.
"Florence is down," Old Mr. Gardiner said excitedly. "The car must have broken down last night, and you must have had a tough time."
"It was alright," Florence Fuller replied.
"Come and see Grandpa's fish," Old Mr. Gardiner waved her over. "Luke, this child, is quite thoughtful indeed, bringing my precious fish along with a chess record. Isn't it beautiful?"
Florence recalled the dead fish dumped in the wild.
