Clara stared at Dukey a moment. “Oh my gawd, you're not dressed!” She screamed, “Daddy!!!!! Get Dukey some dry clothes.” Calmer, looking at Dukey, “I swear that man is getting senile. I'm sorry Dukey, go down the hall, first door on the left is Daddy's room."<br/><br/>"For crying out loud, dinner is almost ready.  And no one is dressed!” she was all flustered with Dukey being next to naked standing there. Clara handed Dukey his cell phone and keys off the shelf, and went into the kitchen her cheeks now bright red.