"Thank you, Mac, it's much better to be able to call a body by their name, doncha think?" Sukey said, giggling internally at his admittance of enjoying being called preacher-boy. The truck pulled into her driveway, and she shot a look over to him as she heard his laugh. "Did I say somethin' funny?" she demanded, "Com'on, let's go in the house." She digs in her purse to find her keys, "Now if I can just find the house key..." she mutters.