“Well if no one is going to explain to me what is going on in the kitchen, I'm going upstairs to change. It ain't like I don't know.. Daddy your fly is open, and Sukey, please, fix your dress!”<br/><br/>Clara took her panties from Dukey, twirling them around her finger like a prized possession, as she climbed the stairs to her room.<br/><br/>She picked up the phone and dialed Sara Lee's number. “Hello, Sara Lee? ..Yes, I am good,... listen, I need you to come over tomorrow if ya can..... Really? Great! See you tomorrow, ….We got girlie things to talk about! Bye.”<br/><br/>Clara finished changing, hopped down the stairs, and grabbed Dukey by the hand, “Come on, let's go sit on the porch swing for a bit before you have to leave.”