When I arrived at the Huffman residence, Anson was sitting alone on a recliner in the backyard gazebo. He looked lonely.

He immediately perked up when he saw me walk in. "Why are you here, Chlo? Aren't you busy?"

"I came to have lunch with you." I smiled, walking over and taking a seat across from him.

He sat up and looked at me, smiling. "That's nice of you, Chlo."

"I've been busy and I haven't had a chance to see you. I don't know how you've been feeling. I have to go to the capital tomorr