Mom called us to bed. "Dorita, Billy and Jerry, we have something good to tell you. Last night, your dad and I had the same dream. Gold coins were falling all around us. That can only mean that we are going to be rich. Maybe your dad will find a treasure. Or maybe we'll win the lottery. Or maybe my rich uncle Francisco is going to die and leave us all this money." Naturally, we shared it with everyone and it didn't matter if they laughed at us because it would be their loss. Dorita and I decided not to share our gold with anyone who laughed.