Knowing that Marcel lived only a short distance away, Dukey was surprised when he wasn't there in a matter of minutes. He got on his cellphone again, and hit redial.<br/><br/>"Bubba! It's me...oh, what address did I give you?...Shoot! I meant 96 Maple Run Lane, not<strong>69</strong>" He shook his head and chuckled. "Must have had something else on my mind...listen, bro. It's getting late, so I'm gonna drive home, and I'll meet you here tomorrow morning...right, 96 Maple Run Lane...ok, see ya then, Bubba...unless you wanna meet me at my house for some brewskis..." He blushed as he realized that he could be heard by Clara, Mr. Klutz, and his Mom. "I gotta go! Tomorrow, then..."<br/><br/>He clicked the phone off, and went with Clara out to the porch swing.