Hearing the commotion outside, Dukey put down the sandwich, turned the heat down on the stove to let the soup simmer, and went out to the porch.<br/><br/>Seeing Clara giving the Minister a lecture, he waved his arms to get their attention. That failed, since the two were fighting like cats and dogs...well, a cat and a dog, to be precise. He feared getting in the middle of it, but he feared<em>not</em>getting in the middle of it even more, so he walked up to them, beginning to make sense of what they were yelling about.<br/><br/><em>...doesn't mean I will listen to you bash my babies and me.<br/><br/>Now you want me to believe all this is Dukey's fault? Right, Dukey unbuttoned my blouse to help me?</em><br/><br/>"Actually, I..." Dukey started to explain.<br/><br/><em>What kind of dumb ass opens a woman's shirt when they faint?</em>Dukey's face reddened, and he frowned at the implication.<em>No, no I will leave my blouse just as it is...</em>He turned away, head down, but not before sneaking a peek at her heaving bosom. She really was angry, and he thought of the saying about 'Hell having no fury like a woman scorned'. But he turned back around suddenly, aware of a feeling of peace and determination coursing through him. He glanced at Mac and said with such strength of will as he had never known, "Clara Klutz, you get in that house,<strong>right now</strong>, have something to eat, and after I've turned off all the lights out here, I'll be in to verify the truthfulness of this man's statements." He honestly didn't feel as though these words were coming from him, but from some indescribable, intangible force...<em>from within her??</em>No, it couldn't be. And yet, there it was.