Sara was used to the rush of words, Clara and she had been friends since they were both knee high to a turtle so she let Clara spill it all before she held up a hand.  Not one word passed her lips and she shook her head to silence anything her best friend should try to say as she ignored Gerald completely and headed into the house she had half grown up in.<br/><br/>She moved into Daddy's room without knocking, Daddy was gone and since he had left Clara in this mess without so much as a by your leave she was going to take matters into her own hands.  She walked into the closet and grabbed the Winchester double barreled shot gun off the rack and a box of 00 buck shot. She was going to put several interesting tiny holes in one Duckey Pookie.  As a matter of fact she thought as she shoved two shells home Mr. Doopey Pookie was going to rue the day he had lead her friend on a merry trail into the hay loft.<br/><br/>She moved over to sit on the front porch So, lets meet this Dulaney. She grinned at Clara.