They went to live with my dad’s friend, Ken Dugan, who had a small ranch in the Malibu hills.”“Can you even imagine what that would be worth tod...y?”“Probably about as much as the five acres on Long Island my dad’s parents owned, but sold right before the Great Depression.”“So much for the family fortune, eh?”“I really can’t complain. You?”“I’m comfortable, but California is so damned expensive. I’m making WAY more than I did as a prosecutor, but my standard of living has only gone up a bit. "Hello, Tim. What are you doing here?" Tammy, Wendy's mom wondered."I just need to talk to Jeanette right now," Tim answered, as he just barged in."Sorry," I said as I followed.We both went over to Wendy's room. Tammy was quite confused, so she followed us. Tim didn't bother knocking on the bedroom door, he just opened it. He went in there immediately, and found Jeanette and Wendy hanging out, in their pajamas chit chatting."Tim, what are you doing here?" Jeanette pondered as she was laying on. At least, it looked like a broken back ta me when the farrier fell all crooked. I wuz so mad that I picked up the same maul that the farrier had used on Pa an' hit the farrier with it. I made an even bigger mess out of the farrier's head than he did ta Pa.All of us wuz scared 'bout the whole thin', but we did take the time ta bury Pa under a shade tree an' mark his grave. We left the farrier fer the rats ta eat. We wuz runnin low on supplies, so we took what we needed from the farrier's. "Hey jailbird, how's tricks?" Not bad," I should have figured that he would know "I brought you a steak back." I said gesturing with the Styrofoam box in my hand.TreFual jumped off my desk and suddenly he was my size. "How do you do that?" Easy, the same way you shape shift. I'm able to do more with what I've got." Taking the box from my hand, he returned to my desk and sat."Why do you stay 8 inches tall most of the time?" Mostly, I think it's funny. Now, shut up and let me eat."I grabbed a.