Mac sipped at his wine wondering what on earth he was doing sitting here. And I thought I was klutzy! Er, crazy! And yet he was comfy sitting here. Even somehow soothed when Clara rested her head on his shoulder. Although in the deepest part of his mind, he kept expecting a dude with a mask and a chainsaw to come bursting in at any moment.<br/><br/>Patting her thigh, "Clara, Dukey is right. You really should lay off the wine. My mother drank plenty when I was inside her and look at me? I got wrapped up in religion! But back to the voices in your.. um.. stomach.. I have heard that twin pregnancies can cause hallucinations in thoughts." This, he was making up completely. Minister Mac was a pro at bullshitting. "I have also heard that alcohol consumption while engaged in such a pregnancy can cause the hallucinations to become far stronger."<br/><br/>Realizing his hand still sat upon Clara's thigh, Mac snatched it back, grabbing his glass. Draining the remaining wine, Mac stared at the bottle for a moment before leaning forward and refilling. What the hell, he figured. She hears her unborn twins and drinks wine. Where the hell is Rod Serling and his never ending cigarette? Cigarette. Yes.<br/><br/>Dukey's questions lingered in his thoughts for a moment. "The Lord does work in mysterious ways, that is true. Although it has been a thousand years or so since he dabbled too much in our affairs. Not to say it's not possible!"<br/><br/>Turning back to Clara, "In your family.. is hearing the voices of unborn children a normal thing?" Are you all crazy, or just you, he wondered.