"Shoot," Dukey exclaimed, "I just talked to her not that long ago. Now, where could she have gotten to?" The phone clicked over to voicemail, and he heard<em>This is Sukey Pookie. I can't take your call at the...</em>before hitting the 'end' button.<br/><br/>"I'm sure she'll call me back when she gets a chance," he muttered, and turned his attention to Clara and the Minister.<br/><br/>"See? That's another thing I'm not sure about. She said she could tell the babies," he was still having a hard time believing it was gonna be twins, even though they did run on both sides of his family, and everyone in his family was always quick to learn to talk, "...the babies are a boy and a girl. Is that just women's intuition, or what? Or is there something deeper and more mysterious at work here?"<br/><br/>He got up and brought the wine bottle out, after finishing his ice water and refilling it. He kept it close, so that he could refill the Minister's glass, saying, "Careful, Clara. That's not good for the babies." He noticed her head on his shoulder, and wondered what kind of church he was a Minister for, where the congregation could so brazenly do such things. Minister Mac didn't seem to mind.