Dukey drove off into the night, eagerly awaiting the next day, when things would get better.<em>They have to get better, right?</em>he thought as he pulled out onto the main road.<em>But what could be better than being with Clara, even if her Daddy and my Mom did just...</em>he shuddered at the thought, and was brought out of his musings by the sight of a speeding truck's headlights, and the hollering driver and loud music blaring as it approached and passed him going the other way.<br/><br/><strong>Oh yeah they call me the breeze...I keep blowin' down the road...<br/><br/>"I'm comin' Bubba!"</strong><br/><br/>He craned his neck around and muttered, "...Bubba? Oh, no! It can't be. He's<em>early</em>!"<br/><br/>Fast as he could, Dukey spun the wheel and pulled a U-turn, thankfully missing a mailbox, then a fence, then a barn as he careened back in pursuit of his friend. He followed the truck, laying on the horn, but to no avail, as Marcel had his radio volume cranked to 11. Dukey sighed, and saw the Klutz farm ahead.<em>What <strong>is</strong> that lunkhead doing here at this time of night?</em>He pulled in behind Marcel, quickly turning off his headlights and parking between the house and the truck, and he waited for Bubba to emerge from the truck.<br/><br/>Marcel stepped out of the truck, and Dukey could see his head lower under the dash, as he reached for something, digging further and further, until eventually he was half in and half out of the truck. Then Dukey noticed Clara climbing down from her room in just a nightie, with a shotgun in hand, creeping up on the truck, and pointing the weapon at Bubba. She spoke to him for a few moments, then returned the way she had come, back to her room.<br/><br/>Next thing he knew, Bubba's truck was heading right for him! He braced himself for what was bound to be a major collision, when all of a sudden, the truck skidded on the large puddle near the barn, and veered off sideways, coming to a stop just inches from Dukey's driver side door.<br/><br/>Dukey swallowed, and climbed over to the passenger side to get out, and whispered in an angry but hushed tone, "Bubba? Do you have any idea what time it is? I didn't think you'd come right away. Damn, dude. People are trying to get their sleep around here. Let's get you out of there."<br/><br/>He noticed the case of beer, and continued, "We can go find a secluded spot and have a few cold ones and talk things through. We'll come back tomorrow."