After my father parked the van in the driveway, I prepared to unload my belongings. It would take multiple trips because of some poor planning. I ende... up stashing my clean laundry in one bag, the dirty stuff in another, and we also brought a cooler with leftover fish from the trip to surprise my mother with. It reminded me that I wasn’t nearly as strong as my father. The bags that he easily carried into the van earlier that day, were so heavy that I could barely even lift them. It hadn’t even. . check. Smoke ... check. Feed the wife breakfast in bed ... yeah, baby. Smoke ... check. Step outside to ... check the weather. Beautiful morning ... check. Smoke ... check."Hi Jo," said I, checking her out. 'Lookin good, keed, ' I'm thinking."'Mornin' sweetie," replied Jo. "Fire me up one of them Camels." Here ya go." Oh, yeah. Thanks. Love these straights. I don't understand people who smoke filters." So ... what do you want to do today?" You're off, right?" Yup." You holding?" Uh huh.". Then 2 or 3 hours later, my dad's sister and her husband, my beloved "uncle" came home, both working outside. My aunt a really chubby, fat, insulting matron, to small for her weight and that way sexual absolutely uncomely, watched as the first of them the "new" familymember, little like being nauseated, then my uncle watched her, and he watched her like every guy watched her. FRESH MEAT, greenly, unspoiled and perhaps still virgin. Well a question that should be answered immediately.Right. I could have saved my friends a lot of grief if I was able to deliver a lot of damage more reliably.While I was studying my spellbook, Bekker returned with a some bread, honey, butter and porridge. I hadn’t even thought of asking for honey to flavour the bland-but-filling breakfast I’ve have almost every day since becoming Theodore. Maybe having Bekker around would be so bad.After enjoying my meal, I checked on the treasures we had gathered. All the stuff earmarked for selling was gone, leaving.