Clara was in the laundry room sorting clothes, their supper was in the oven and would be ready soon. She started the washer, and went upstairs to change her clothes. She watched Dukey from her bedroom window. He walked to his car with an odd look on his face. Assuming something must have broken she watched him drive off. She shrugged her shoulders thought he should have at least told her where he was going, especially with dinner almost done cooking. Dressed in a blue lace summer dress she brushed her hair, adding a ribbon to tie it back.<br/><br/>Tonight they would have a candle lit dinner, and spend some time getting to know each other more. He was the father of her unborn children and they needed this time to learn all they could about themselves and their likes, dislikes and more personal stuff. There would be much to do in the next week with the corn now harvested and in their bins to dry. This was a good time as their would be no outside interference.<br/><br/>Going down stairs she could smell the roast. It was a wonderful smell. It didn't make her stomach queasy at all. She set the table and shut off the oven. Waiting for Dukey to return from where ever he drove off too.<br/><br/>After an hour she called his cell phone. It went directly to his voice mail. "Dukey, supper has been ready for almost an hour. Where did you go?" She walked out to the front yard heading to the barn to go have a chat with Piranha. She hadn't gone for a ride since she met Dukey.  She promised herself after morning chores she would go for a nice ride on her horse. Knowing that soon it would be winter and with carrying triplets it would not be wise after the third month.<br/><br/>Arriving at Piranha's stall she saw the wax board immediately.<strong><em>Clara - I'm sorry. I love you, but I can't take it right now. I will be back soon, unless you find me first - Dukey </em></strong>. For the moment the shock of his words had no effect, she petted Piranha's muzzle and thought how much one night could change everything in life. Her mistakes. Falling so fast for a guy, letting him take her virginity, now pregnant, he leaves her and fall is upon the farm, the work that needs to be done to make her Daddy proud of her. It was too much to take in at once.<br/><br/>Clara took the wax board and the pen and brought them both to the house setting it on the table.<br/><br/>Putting away the dishes and the candle, she locked the doors shut all the windows. She made one phone call to the delivery truck rental place. She hired a driver and had him come to the house to pick up the 12 cases of wine in the basement that she and her Daddy inherited. Explicit directions were given to the to deliver them to Minister Mac's Parish.  (http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/signs/winetruck.jpg)<br/><br/>When the truck arrived she swore it would never make the trip. Yet the driver assured her it would. When he left, Clara then unplugged the house phone and went upstairs to her room.<br/><br/><br/><br/>