Clara's spirit rose ten fold when she heard Sara call her Grammy. She smiled really big, and her wheels started turning. She let out a sigh, of relief, and pulled her cell phone out. She called Dukey, the voice mail came on. "Dukey, this is Clara, before you and Marcel get here please stop by the Quikie-Mart and pick up Dill Pickles and Chocolate Ice Cream, oh and a bottle of spicy mustard. I'll pay ya when you's get here. See you soon."<br/><br/>"Come on in Sara, let's go feed the critters and get Gab settled. Then we'll come back to the house. Daddy made Momma's lasagna last night and there's enough for lunch. While its warming in the oven, we'll get your room ready while we wait on them slow pokes."