Dukey pulled out his cellphone when it chimed that he had a new voicemail. He must have been in a lead-lined barn this whole time, and just now was getting reception as he came out to check on the crops. He tapped the voicemail button, and heard his mother's voice.<br/><br/><em>Dukey, this is your mother. Mr. Klutz and I have changed our minds about going away together, so he's dropped me off back at my house. I'll be here if y'all need me, so just give me a call if somethin' comes up that y'all kids cain't handle. I love you, son! I'll talk to ya later. 'Bye!</em><br/><br/>He chuckled softly to himself, thinking that she'd forgotten her truck again, and he looked over at it. It wasn't entirely her fault, though, but it was like her to be forgetful sometimes. He'd have to figure out if she'd left the keys in it, or taken them with her, in which case he'd have to have Bubba help him hot-wire it when he got back. Or he could give it a shot, himself. He'd picked up a trick or two from watching his best friend over the years, and this was only one of them.<br/><br/>He then suddenly had a thought about what his children, Mookie and Lukey, would turn out like, with Clara and him to teach them and raise them. If they'd have their mother's sensibilities, or their father's traits, or some of both. It was always hard to tell. "But two," he muttered to himself, "...a girl and a boy. Woowee!" He shook his head, oblivious to the fact that he and Clara were fertile enough for triplets.<br/><br/>He went about his business, smiling and whistling a happy tune. He now knew that his Mom was just a phone call and a short drive away, instead of off on some mystery adventure with Mr. Klutz. He was determined to make things work, in the best way he knew how.<em>Now, if my unlucky clumsiness doesn't get in the way again, I should be alright,</em>he thought.<em>But things are definitely looking up.</em>