Dukey had the same slack-jawed look on his face as Mac did. He could really use a drink after that tirade, and not just iced tea, either, but he took the glass and sipped it, to keep his mouth from turning into the Sahara.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the Minister as he got to the part about women being a little crazy to begin with, and listened to the rest of what he had to say, before adding in a firm voice, "Now, listen here, missy. Don't you go anywhere. We," he said, motioning to himself and Mac, "realize women are just as important, and hold just as much authority, as men, and I will not have you insult us! I respect my Mom and you, both, and I never claimed that I didn't believe you. It's your body, and what goes<strong>on</strong>in there is your business, but what goes<strong>in</strong>there is mine." He realized the double meaning of what he'd just said, and stopped, sipping his tea once again, before continuing, "If I didn't respect authority, I wouldn't still be here, would I? I am willing and able to help out, and I wouldn't do that for just anyone. I'm in this for the long haul, Clara, and that's that.<br/><br/>"Secondly, who calls someone they don't know, to come over to their house, and then claims not to know him when he gets there?" He looked pointedly at Mac. "Where<em>did</em>you get his number, if you don't know him? He must be your family's spiritual advisor, am I right?"<br/><br/>He walked past Clara, toward the barn, saying matter-of-factly over his shoulder, "Minister, if you would, advise Clara while I tend to the horse and the donkey. Thank you." His position made clear, he strode off, thinking to himself<em>who's the jackass, now?</em>