"Hi, Clara, honey, nah yer Daddy ain't here, he went off in his car on his own. What's goin' on, sweetie, are ya alright? What's my son plannin' up this time? It's ok, honey, y'all can tell me. I done heard everythin' there is to hear about that boy already. Now, calm down and tell me if I need to drive over there and knock some sense into my boy."<br/><br/>Sukey listened to the situation, nodded and said, "Of course, darlin' I'll be right there. Y'all don't go nowhere, ya hear me?" Sukey hung up and started the search for her truck keys. She was proud of herself; she found them in only five minutes. Hopping into her truck, she drove almost as fast as John over to the Klutz farm.<br/><br/>The truck slid into the gravel drive, and Sukey threw it into park, then jumped out and stalked rapidly over to Minister Mac. "Well, well, well, preacher-boy, what do we have here? Don't answer that," she said grabbing the man by his ear. She looked in the direction of the window without actually looking into it, and started screeching in her loudest, most piercing voice, the one she used to use to call Dukey back to the house for dinner, "DUKEY POOKIE, YOU HAD BEST GET YERSELF OUT HERE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT THIS DANGED INSTANT, YOUNG MAN!