"Well at least the man knows who his betters are. And when it is best to run from a fight." Mr. Klutz commented as he felt his wood shelf on the table and proceeded to pull out the polish to make it nice and shiny. It was best that he finish this project before he began on the door that had fallen down the stairs and into the basement when Dukey had busted it open. He shook his head as he pulled out a brush to dip into the polish. Mr. Klutz liked to be a man of detail. And so he ran very careful brush strokes on the wood to slowly but sure not get just one, but two coats of polish on the wood. He stood the shelf up to just look at it and adore his work.<br/><br/>There seemed to be all of this kind of commotion upstairs, and he once again figured it was Clara up to her usual business. But he was not going to go up there to confirm that Dukey was in fact gone. Like he had thought before, if Clara wanted the boy it was her mistake when he hurt her. And from the looks of things, Dukey was setting out to do more than break her heart in his opinion.<br/><br/>He started to dig around in his toolbox for the hangers for the shelf. It could be an easy or a long search, he had no idea which at this point.