Helping Hand From Stanley
After Liana drove herself to her house, Stanley went into his house.
Stanley went inside in time to smell something delicious coming from the dining room.
Stanley raced into the dining room to see his stepmother, father, brothers, and sisters sitting at the table eating their supper, pulled pork sandwiches with bacon & cheddar cheese potato skins and milk.
Anne had a distracted look on her face while Charlie had a disgruntled look on his face.
"You are late for supper, Stanley." Charlie said sternly.
Stanley hung his head low.
"I know, and I'm sorry about that, Pop," Stanley sighed. "I guess Liana has an effect on me, it won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't." Charlie said to Stanley sternly.
"Okay, Pop." Stanley sighed.
A few hours later, Stanley was going to his bedroom to change into his pajamas when he suddenly stopped by Anne's opened bedroom door to see her putting the stamp on her letter.
"Stanley, don't try to hide," Anne said firmly. "I know you're there!"
Stanley entered Anne's bedroom.
"I can help you mail your letter after school tomorrow," Stanley said to Anne. "and I know what I'd like you to make for me for my birthday breakfast."
"Thanks," Anne said. "and, what would you like?"
"I told Henry that I told you that I wanted bacon & eggs, but Henry doesn't want me to die of a heart attack like Grandpa did last summer, and he wants me to eat like you & Alan do," Stanley said. "so, I've also decided to add baked apples with cinnamon to the menu."