As Dukey walked away, Mac wanted to jump up and beg him to stay. Noooo, don't leave me with her! Instead, his mind scrambled. Pages from his 'Ministry for Dummies' book flashed through his mind. Clearing his throat, he decided to wing it.<br/><br/>In his calmest, most friendly voice, hoping to diffuse this ticking time bomb named Clara.. "Clara, I think you and I started out wrong.. and for that, I apologize. From my neck of the woods, people speak bluntly and without worry of repercussions. Now, I know I'm the new guy in town.." Standing, he warily walked closer, straining for any sudden bits of inspiration. Please God, help out a poor misguided Irish kid from the Bronx. For a brief moment, Mac expected a jolt of lightning to crisp him right there on the spot.<br/><br/>"In no way was I implying that you or any of your family is crazy. I didn't! My question came in haste but I assure you I was simply attempting to ascertain whether or not this was a psychic ability that ran in your family." He felt on a roll now, so continued. "I watched a special on TLC just a few nights ago about intuition that is strong in some families."<br/><br/>Remembering his earlier wayward hand, the minister stopped before getting too close. "I meant no insult. I just want to help. Please, let me help. Yes, those two little miracles inside you.. they are alive! They have souls! And yes.." Swallowing hard, he continued, starting to believe it himself.. ".. yes.. I believe these two little ones can and do speak to you." He could almost feel his dead father spinning in his grave at those last words, screaming what an idiot he was.<br/><br/>Holding out the very hand that earlier rested upon Clara's knee, realizing instantly it was probably the wrong move, Mac smiled warmly.. "Peace?"