Jill now just assumed that they were going to live like this for the rest of their lives."We're going to get a bad reputation if we can't control them..." I know, I know," he said impatiently. "I'm going to the bank to see about that loan," he grabbed his jacket. "Want to come with?" No, I'd better stay home. I have to pick Myron up in about an hour." Okay, don't say I didn't offer," he kissed her on the mouth and was out the door. A light rain was falling as he got into his car. He drove over to. Not for a summer, not for Christmas, not at all. I loved California and hoped never to leave it again. On the other hand, love it or not, I'd never actually been to the beach yet. I'd seen it lots of times on the tube, but I'd just not gotten around to going there yet. I had a good idea of how to get there from the traffic and weather reports on the TV. Take the 91 Freeway to the 55 Freeway heading south. Turn right at Pacific Coast Highway and then left at the beach. How hard could it. With the interest rates where they are, I’m earning about 10% on money markets. My other investments are mostly in real estate. We still hold the notes on the houses in California, plus I have the businesses and quite a bit of stock. So yes, I can do it without causing any trouble. Your mom will have a fit, but the monthly income will make her happy, so it’ll work out.”“OK, then. Let’s do it!” I said.He agreed wholeheartedly and we met with the agent who had stayed in the great room while we. We went inside and Dad, Agnes, and I took seats at the defendant’s table. Everyone else filed in and took seats. Tracy, Amanda, and Melody were sitting right behind us. Just as everyone was seated, the D.A. strolled in and looked shocked. Two campus policemen brought Mister Cahill in. He was wearing handcuffs.We were told to rise and did as the judge walked in from his chambers. He looked surprised, too. Everyone was seated and he had the D.A., who was named Mark James, come forward. Dad came.