Book3:WereMyDreamIs

othelivingroomwiththecoffeeandapteofdessert.ShesatdownbeforeDimitriandhandedhimacupofcoffee.HetookitandpingitappreciativelywhenMaureen,whowaslyingonDimitri’sp,smelledthefragranceoffood.Heraisedhisheadandsniffedhungrilyasifhewantedsometoo.Charinaobliginglybrokeoffapieceofcake,offeredittohimandwatchedasheateithappily.ShesatacrossfromDimitridrinkinghercoffeeinareflectiveandreminisgmoodasifmentallydraftinghermanuscriptandasked

    “FromwhereIwassittingintheruinsofthepace,thereseemedtobeaboutathousandbarbariansoldiersatthegoldpace.Wasthatabht?”Dimitrismiledandreplied,

    “Yes,butit’sclosertofour,fivethousandifyouincludetheelderly,thewomenandthechildren”

    “Thetwofiercetigers,KojakandCortes,