Book3:WereMyDreamIs
,gotsomemilkandaddedittohisbowl.Maureenwassatisfiedthenaoeathappily. CharinalookedatDimitristillsleepingsoundlyonthesofaandthought,“Whydon’tImakeaninerforthispoormanbeleagueredbyfate,thishomelesspersonwhoisatthesametimenobleasapoet?”Charinapeeledanddiassortmentoffruitsandmadeabowloffruitsad.Sheheatedovermediumheatsomeofthecmchowdershehadmadethatmandputsomebreadintheoven.Theookasteakfromtherefrigeratatheredupasmallbottleofgasandafryingpanaoutintothebackyardtocookit.Sheworkedsilently,herthoughtsstillonDimitri’smagicalstory.Shedidnotturnonthelightafraiditwoulddispersethetranquility.NoohatDimitrimadeuseofthisshortnaptogobacktohisKingdomofDreamsandcarriedoutearth-shakiions. CharinaandDi