“Why, aren't they yours.” Clarence asked?
“Displace them. When I see them, I'll be bothered."
After two moments of silence, Stella said, "Mr. Conrad, just throw them away if you don't want them."
"Do I pay my maids to put trash out for you? Discard them on your own.”
Stella lost her ability to speak.
"..."
"There are numerous items. I am unable to."
With unwavering indifference, Clarence asked, "Why don't you throw some of them every day?"
Stella inhaled deeply and said, "Okay. I hope Mr. Conrad will let me a few more days, but I have to get on with my work now.”
It took a few seconds for Clarence to respond with a nasal tone that sounded almost benevolent.
"I'll go first then. Farewell, Mr. Conrad." Stella had only taken two steps when she heard Clarence say coming from be
