Clara saw the look on Dukey's face just before she slid off the fender to the ground. She lay there for a few moments, with her eyes shut, seeing the stars dancing around in her head. Her face hurt stinging like a hundred bees had landed on her cheek all at once. She heard the sound of concern in Dukey's voice and decided to milk it a little longer. After all, he was the first man to pay her any attention since her days in college when she was expelled for accidentally knocking her professor down the stairs, causing both his legs to be broken.<br/><br/>“Oh my face, ow, ow, ow.” Her hand went to her cheek, then looking up to the concerned Dukey, she gave a faint smile before starting to laugh. “I caught you didn't I Dukey? Not so much the way I had hoped, but I did. I wanted to invite you over for dinner for helping me in the store.” With Dukey's help she stood up smoothing her dress down, turned to see her Daddy.  “On second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea. Daddy looks mad.” Clara looked at Dukey. “My name is Clara. Clara Klutz”