Clara was already to answer when she looked at Dukey, her stomach starting to churn. The alcohol smell was making her queasy again.<br/><br/>"Dukey, I don't feel so good. Momma told me about the signs of pregnancy when Daddy got her pregnant with me. I am a Klutz child, I know this, it is exactly how Momma described it." Clara looked around seeking a bathroom. Everyone was so busy, she went back and sat down, waiting for the nurse, or someone to call her.<br/><br/>"oh no..." Clara's stomach churned again, looking at Dukey, it came up, out and  all the ice cream pickles and spicy mustard, looking like it went through a food processor, spewed all over Dukey's pants.<br/><br/>