Dukey figured Marcel would be at his house by now, packing, and decided to give him a call. He pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial for Bubba. He hoped he could catch him before he left.<br/><br/>It rang once...twice...all the way to four times...then Marcel's voice came on the line. "Hey, Bubba...yeah, it's me...listen, I'm real sorry about what happened, and I'll make it up to you any way I can...I've got your truck here at the farm, and she's all gassed up...Remember to use aloe vera on your arms, and whatever else Nurse Skratchit recommends. Call me if you need anything. I'll talk to you later." It was then that he realized he'd been talking to Marcel's answering machine the whole time. He shook his head and shrugged.<br/><br/>The next call he made was to his own workplace. He cringed as he thought about what Cutty would think of his absence.<em>But</em>, he thought,<em>maybe I can help out here, and work my job, too.</em>He got a gruff voice on the other end. "McGillicutty here."<br/><br/>"Yeah, boss...it's Dukey. I may need to take some personal time for a little while...I'll explain later...I'll call you by Monday to let you know for sure...Thanks."