Clara could not bring herself to the point of telling her Daddy the truth about Dukey’s departure from the farm. She looked around for Marcel’s number. Heading out to the barn again to get the equipment ready for harvesting the soybeans in the morning. She started to dial Marcel’s number then hung up.  After the past few days he surely didn’t want to hear from her, she thought better of calling him for the time being.<br/><br/>Hours later, she checked her phone. No messages. “Daddy, where are you? Dammit. Where is Minister Mac? Even Sukey had not called.  She is probably because she is consoling her son.” Clara was getting really angry at the fact that Dukey left her stranded, she yelled, “That was a stinking rotten thing to do Dukey Pookie, you jerk. Leaving me to deal with everything.”<br/><br/>She finally admitted to herself she could not run the farm, harvest the soybeans and keep things running smooth alone. Dialing Marcel’s phone number, hoping he would not hang up on her, she listened to it ring. Once again she gets a voice mail. “Marcel, I don’t know if you are aware or not, but Dukey left me a note in the barn last night. He has split from here. Tomorrow is soybean harvesting. I need help Marcel! Do you know anyone who would come to the farm and pitch in tomorrow? I understand your injuries will keep you from helping me. Please call me back Marcel. No one else has called me, not Daddy, not Mac, no one!”