Dukey was relieved when Mr. Klutz shook his hand and stated, "Don't let it happen again," and then turned his attention to Sukey.<br/><br/>Dukey turned, and began to speak. "See, Mom? I told you I..." He suddenly realized he was staring at his very own mother's sopping wet body, with her now nearly-transparent blouse and purple undergarments. He froze, in shocked silence for a moment, and quickly snapped out of it, exclaiming, "Oh, my! Mom, that's..." He was about to say 'indecent', but instead he simply averted his gaze, and saw Clara, also wet from head to toe. He didn't know what to think about this seeming change in the general mood, but he was pleased with it, the way things currently stood between them all.<br/><br/>He smiled as Mr. Klutz and his mother returned toward the house, and quickly followed them, eager to get into some warm, dry clothes, even if they did belong to a man he had so recently thought was going to murder him.<br/><br/>Sukey sneezed twice, and he glanced over, and with instinctive manners, said, "Gesundheit, Mom! I hope you're not coming down with a cold."<br/><br/>He waited patiently for Clara to tend to the assignments she had been given by her Daddy, still somewhat embarrassed about this whole situation. But it couldn't be helped, and so he directed his attention to his surroundings, and made an effort to straighten up the rug he had tripped over, and set things upright that had fallen over. It was the least he could do. He stood up and looked around at the various pictures and decorations on the walls. Some appeared to be photographs of the Klutzes, from many years ago, looking very happy together.<br/><br/>He made a mental note to ask Mr. Klutz about them, at dinner. He smelled the roast, and his mouth watered.