Folks didn't bother remarking on it except to wonder facetiously what this thing "rain" was that they heard about on the Weather Channel.Five-year-old...Cathy would be starting kindergarten in a few weeks and four-year-old Cindy was an enthusiastic force of nature doing her best to energize an entire pre-kindergarten class. They were growing taller now, developing their own personalities.Next week, the final hearing would be held in the Bexar County Courthouse and the adoption proceedings would. He had nearly toppled off his heels. "Are you sure you're okay?"George tried to smile. "I'm okay. I'm just not used to these heels."Trixie looked puzzled, but continued. Almost immediately, Trixie spotted a slender handbag near where George had changed. "Is this your purse?" she asked, holding it out to George.George shook his head, taking the purse awkwardly, like it was a snake about to bite him. "I don't know."Trixie opened it and took out a wallet, then opened the wallet, looking for some. Of course, there was the incident with learning how to milk the cow and she knew it was a long time for her to live down her shameful reaction to a simple chore. Then, there was the missing cupcakes and how her guilt was written all over her crumb stained face despite her repeated excuses about how some small animal came in the window and taken them for their lunch.She blamed her brother Harold for almost everything but lately her stories were met with skepticism because her brother was. It was improper to display one’s naked form in public; at least it was, currently. He realized that once his people had relocated to their new home, customs and traditions were likely to change, perhaps very radically. With thirty flyers like Béla amongst the population, there could well be a resurgence of acceptable public nudity, at least for Béla and her hybrid sisters.'What! you mean I can run around naked all the time?' Béla chirped in his mind. 'Cool!' 'Go back to sleep, Child,' he.