"I can see clearly what you are thinking Mr. Mac, but I assure you sincerely I heard my unborn child tell me word for word..."<br/><br/>"Right after Dukey had said, ""<em>It'll be a few weeks before we know more about the baby. I can't decide whether I want a boy or a girl. Guess it's best not to pin our hopes on one or the other just yet.</em>" Then he added ""<em>I wonder if life really does begin at conception...and if so, if a fetus can think. I mean, we all know babies kick when they're in the womb</em>.""<br/><br/>She stared at Minister Mac and yelled, "<strong>I'm not crazy, I'm Pregnant</strong>!<br/><br/>My little baby said their names are Mookie and Lukey..and Mookie said:<br/><br/>"<em>Shoot, Momma! Y'all don' need a Preacher! 'Course I'm alive! How could I poke yer belly otherwise</em>?"<br/><br/>"<em>See, Momma? Thar's two of us in here all alive an' everythin</em>'!"<br/><br/>Clara sighed, "Really..I called you immediately after these conversations took place."<br/>She got up and sat next to Mr. Mac, took his glass of wine, took a few swallows, and handed it back to him. "I am a klutz, born a Klutz, and is a klutz, that don't make me crazy, does it Mr. Mac?" She put her head on his shoulder and sighed.<br/><br/>