Nurse Skratchit listened to Dukey's apology. "Call me Molly, please and in the future Dukey, I would suggest you leave the bar talk in the bars. You have a huge responsibility now, a baby on the way, a wife to support both emotionally and financially. I accept your apology, I hope it doesn't happen again. My oath, is not to do harm to the likes of bar speaking over aged teenagers like yourself, Dukey Pookie. I hardly think either one of you would be broken hearted. I have six older brothers, who apparently never grew up, either. Okay, I will take Marcel home to pick up some belongings and he will stay with me. Good day."<br/><br/><em>In the car driving home:</em><br/><br/>Clara listened to the tune, reached over and lowered the volume. "Daddy was right, we are going to have a young'un. You and I, Dukey. What do you think? We made a baby. "She waited to hear what he would say if anything.<br/><br/><em>At the farm:</em><br/><br/>"Hold up Dukey, don't be going no where's yet." She told him where to get the equipment to tow Marcel's truck to the farm. "I think we should tow the truck here. Think about it, Dukey, with our klutzy luck, if'n a tree jumps out and hits Marcel's truck, their will be no end to the amount of tears that boy will cry, and you'll never hear the end of it, until your last breath."<br/><br/>Clara looked at him with a what does that mean expression, "Congratulations? Is that<em>ALL</em>you have to say? I am not the only one here, Dukey Pookie."<br/><br/><br/>