And that was how Lizzie saw him as she came up the coast: his back to her, wearing a white shirt fit for glory, throwing rocks up into the air and swinging at them with a piece of driftwood If she had figured he had come for a place to breathe, she might have been more understanding—even if she had wondered about him some. If she had figured he was absolutely and completely crazy, she would have let him be. But as far as she knew, he was standing with his left leg forward on her shore, in a place where she had come to clam and to breathe. It was as if he were telling her to move on.

And she had had enough of that.

How does the setting in this excerpt contribute to Lizzie’s internal conflict?

Lizzie is unhappy because Turner is wearing a white shirt that is better than her own clothes.
Lizzie is angry because Turner is using rocks and a stick instead of a ball and a bat to practice baseball.
Lizzie is upset because Turner is standing on the beach she is used to having to herself.
Lizzie is afraid because Turner is digging for clams in the spot that Lizzie usually digs.