DaisyMaeDuke

Luke nodded in response, the thoughtful look on his face again as he read the flier once more. He supposed it was the right thing to do. He had time after all... he might just as well make use of it.

Luke bit his lip. "I guess...if they need help...what would I hafta do?" he asked looking again to the flier.

Luke bit his lip as he looked at the flyer. "Volunteer at an orphanage..." he said softly before shaking his head. "I don't think they'd want two fellas on probation hanging around the kids, do you?"

Luke's breath caught in his throat as if he had been watching a scary movie and someone just grabbed his shoulder. He let out his breath softly when he realized it was his uncle and that he must have zoned-out again. "Sorry Uncle Jesse...did you say somethin'?"

Luke didn't look up, or give any indication that he heard Jesse at all. He just stared fixidly at his plate. He was eating, but the food all tasted the same to him.

Daisy smiled sweetly at him as she gathered her plate and Bo's. "You're welcome honey." Luke ate quietly, not really paying any attention to them.

It wasn't long until Luke emerged from the bedroom, freshly clothed, his hair still damp from the shower. "Any left?" he asked meekly. Daisy smiled. "In the drawer waitin' for ya sugar." Luke nodded, as he went to the stove, opening the drawer and taking out the plate inside.

Daisy swallowed looking in the direction of the bathroom before fixing Luke a plate and putting it in the heating drawer of the stove to keep warm. "What if he doesn't sort through it Uncle Jesse?" Luke closed his eyes as he leaned on the solid wall, tears mixing gently with the water. He looked forward to his shower every day...it was the one time he could allow the unshed tears to fall while at the same time fooling himself into thinking it was merely the warm spray hitting him and nothing more.

"Sorry," Luke murmured. "M'just gonna clean up a bit." With that he went to the bathroom, soon becoming lost in thought as the warm shower spray hit against his bare chest. Daisy bit her lip. "He ain't actin' right...he's too quiet...even for Luke."

Luke eventually snapped out of his daze, looked around and frowned, realizing that Bo wasn't there. He frowned deeper when he realized that the sun was much higher in the sky than it normally was when he finished his chores. Shaking his head softly, he rubbed the back of his neck looking around the floor as he bit his lip. Scarcely a strand of hay was left in the loft, the majority having been unconsciously thrown to the barn floor. With a sigh, Luke softly made his way down the ladder, grabbing his shirt from where he hung it over Maudine's stall door. Looking again at the hay now adorning the barn floor, he shook his head thinking how he would never hear the end of this from Bo. Sighing, he left the barn and went inside, daring to hope he hadn't missed breakfast, not wanting to try to explain why he was late.

Daisy shot him a playful glare. "Since when does my cookin' not taste good Bo Duke?!" She shook her head at his retreating figure, muttering "men" under her breath as she continued about getting breakfast ready.

Daisy smacked him with a kitchen towel as he dipped his finger into the grits bowl. "You stop that or you'll be wearin' em!" She opened the oven door carefully taking out the hot flaky biscuits and putting them on a plate. "Why don't you go get cleaned up Bo? Breakfast will be ready by the time you're done...."

Daisy grinned, craning her neck and kissing Bo's cheek. "He always was one for deep thinkin'" she observed as she spooned up grits into a bowl. "Somethin botherin' him? He's sure been quiet lately..." She figured Bo would know, if anyone did.

I was able to meet Mr. Best in Canton last year and we talked dogs-imagine that:) He told my daughter she was pretty and had her grinning ear to ear the whole 7-hour car ride back!

Thanks for that Roger...sheesh. LOL

Luke didn't even notice that Bo left, continuing at his chores, his heart searching for what his mind could not name as he methodically threw hay down into a pile. Daisy smiled as Bo came in the door. "Morning Honey..." Daisy greeted him. "I hope you're hungry...I made a lot," she added. She frowned as she waited for the other half of the twosome to come in, Bo and Luke usually coming in together. "Where's Luke?"

Luke grew quiet as Bo got back to work, getting back to work himself, his mind absorbed in thought as was normal for the dark-haired Duke boy. He glanced at Bo, his smile seeming to radiate the barn. It was obvious Bo was happy: happy who he was and where his life was taking him. Luke was another story... Sure it was true that Luke was happy to be on the farm. Like Bo he had a loving family, his and Bo's beloved race car, and having done his duty in Nam, a freedom that most overlooked but Luke knew first hand not to take for granted. He had the sun greeting him every morning, and the stars at night. He had his pick of women to choose from on a nightly basis and nearly everyone in Hazzard called him a friend... But despite his family and many friends, something was missing...

Luke chuckled at that. "Yeah...guess you got a point there." It was no secret that Luke Duke was a lady's man. Neither he or Bo ever had trouble finding a date. And of course, one thing usually led to another. It was almost an inside joke amongst the family - how late could a Duke boy come in, slip out of his clothes and get into bed without getting caught. So far Bo held the record of two minutes before sunrise, though Luke swore up and down that the only reason he didn't hold the record was because of Rodney the banny rooster; if he had not insisted on crowing a few minutes early the previous morning and waking Jesse earlier than usual, Luke would still hold the title and have been saved from a sever tongue lashing by his uncle the next day.

Luke smirked dumping another load of hay onto his head for that comment. "I might be older, but that don't mean I can't take you Blondie," he said playfully. "Sides...if my eyesight is failin' it's probably from lookin' at your ugly mug every mornin'..."

In the barn, the boys were engrossed in their chores, bantering back and forth as had become as part of their morning ritual as much as Daisy's grits and strong black coffee. "You know Bo...you oughta step further away from the loft," cautioned Luke as he took a forkful of hay and dumped it onto his head. "I can't tell where you begin and the hay pile ends," he explained, his tongue in his cheek trying to keep his dimples from showing.

me too.... "he never does a thing he should...he just sleeps and eats his food...kew kew!"

The Hazzardville Horror

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