Clara groaned. She looked up at Dukey, "Did you hear that, Dukey? We are gonna have twins!" Clara went back to eating, dropped her fork, and ran to the bathroom. It was clear that the morning sickness was not just a morning thing.  She washed up and came back to the table, threw her lasagna in the garbage. Clara got a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with Chocolate Ice cream, a few dill pickles a a plop of mustard. She smiled at Dukey, and ignored his meal, enjoying her own.<br/><br/>