"No, silly, it's me, Kristal," Olivia shouted out, waving her arms in welcome as she stepped from the car. Locky jumped out, too, greeted by a suspicious looking hound dog. "Kristal?" the Duke asked himself, shaking his head in confusion. "Kristal, is that really you - Trixi, Bubba, git out here. Kristal's here and she's got food, too! Is that Wild Turkey?" While introductions and pleasantries were exchanged, the remainder of the family arrived and Duke could see for himself just how unconventional the group was in the flesh. Trixi seemed rather fond of spandex mixed with flannel, while Bubba appeared covered in soot from working on re-lining the wood stove, and Bucky's face was smeared with motor grease. "Wanna see my Artic Cat 440?" Bucky asked the Duke. "It's out back - I was juz installin' a six cylinder so it'll run faster than..." "Bucky, watch your tongue," Trixi admonished. "Me and Kristal are goin' inside to put the food away. Be nice to - what's your name, again?" "Domenico," the Duke blushed. "That ain't no proper name for a man," Bubba declared, put-out. "We'll juz call youse Roye." "That's a nice name, thanks, Bubba," Olivia winked at her true love, then followed Miss Trixi into a rather delapitated, yet cozy kitchen. |
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