"<strong>Daddy, wait</strong>!" Clara shouted to him, before he got to his room.<br/><br/>"Sara Lee and Marcel will be here tomorrow. Dukey and I have already discussed this, and this friend of Dukey's is driving me to Dr. Hally's to find out ..if..you know. Neither of us planned on you knowing, but dang it if Dukey didn't slip on the wrong pair of undies after skinny dippin."<br/><br/>Clara was really hurt by her daddy's action. "You know Daddy, when I ran into the barn with the tractor, you were madder than a wet hen, but you still hugged me, didn't you?" She glared at here daddy.<br/><br/>"You were mad when I broke the gadget to the artisan well, and the pump, yet, you still loved me, and held me when I cried," Clara narrowed her eyes, her face beet red..her fists were tight like she was ready to sucker punch someone.<br/><br/>"So, Ok, yeah, maybe I, like you got carried away, and maybe it was a mistake, maybe I was foolhardy, and dammit daddy, if I am pregnant, I will love the babies, and<strong> if they grow up and get pregnant</strong>," she took a deep breath and one step closer to her daddy, almost shrieking at him like a barn owl....<br/><br/>"I will be a good Momma, and I will freaken hold them in my arms." Clara didn't stop before she yelled,  "Unlike you who wouldn't even let me hold your hand.  I needed a little comfort, too bad..bad bad Clara! Geez daddy, if you can't be nicer than that,  I'll go live with Bruce, at least he is a jackass for a damned good reason. He might puke on me a lot, it sure would be warmer than your old wrinkled cold self. Gawd, if I ever get old like you, just shoot me. I'd rather have warm puke on my chest than a grumpy old fart standing before me, with only one friggn thing on his mind. Sleep well ya old buzzard."<br/><br/>Clara stomped off to her room slammed the door, locked it, and shimmied down the roof with her blanket, and headed to the barn.