Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ehouse.Lookingaroundtheysawthattheersofthewallswerecoveredwithcobwebsandfurniturewasscatteredalloverthepce.Theywererelievedtofindthateverythingwascoveredwithathickyerofdust,undisturbedbyanyfootprintswhichprovedthatnoonehadbeenheresiheyleftanditcouldbeatemporaryrestihem.ItwasonlythenthatEmmanuelheavedasighofreliefandtriedtocalmhisragheart.Salinawalkedtotheerwheretheyusedtosleep.Shetookupthebeddingandshookitvigorouslytogetridofthedustthathadaccumutedthereaurningitiremadethebed.Sheydownnguidlyontopofitandsighed,

    “Gosh,I’mtired!Ireallyregretingtothismundaneworld.Althoughwehavebeeoenjoymuchoftheluxurieslifehastooffer,wealmostlostourlives.Nomatterhowyoulookatit,it’sreallyisnotworthwhile.”