Sukey, still searching for her keys, didn't respond with more than mumbled acquiescence at Mac's comments. Finally, she noticed them dangling from her hand, and slapped her forehead, dropping her purse in the process. Sukey shook her head and muttered to herself, "Actin' the fool again, Sukey, and right in front of company, too." She glanced back at him over her shoulder, hoping that he hadn't heard her. Going to the door, Sukey turned the knob, finding it unlocked, and kicked herself mentally for both forgetting to lock the door again and not trying it to see if it was open before spending ten minutes outside looking for keys that she'd been holding the entire time.<br/><br/>She went in the house, ignoring his request for another cigarette, and called back to him, "Well, com'on in! Nothin's gonna bite ya here. Make yerself comfy, I'm just gonna get us a couple glasses of water. Ya do know that having a hangover means yer dehydrated, right?" Sukey set her purse and keys on the kitchen table, and began grabbing the waters, waiting for him to join her. She started talking on her way into the den, "Alright, first and biggest thing I wanna talk about is why I didn't call ya Minister after we left the kids behind. Now, normally I'd call a preacher Minister or Reverend or Father out of respect for his position, but from what I can tell, you ain't truly got that position. And I wanna know what's goin' on. So then, Mac, start talkin'." She stood, waiting for him to grab the glass of water, and then sat on her loveseat.