Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ereshouldbehalfapackleft.Thelighter’salsointhere.Enjoy.HestretchedouthishandtostrokeMaureeheangrylittledogtursheadtobitehishandviciously,butthemanwasagileandwithdrewitquicklybeforehecouldbebitten.

    AfterthemaheteuationwasdiffusedandMaureenjumpeddowntothegrassagaintoresumehispursuits.Dimitrisatonthebenchsmokinghiscigaretteandthought,“I’msureIhaveheardhisvoiewherebeforebutIotpceit.IshouldnothavetoldhimthatCharinalivedinthisneighborhood.Ifheisuptomischief,Ihavejustshorteheareaheosearordertofindher.Ihopenothingwillhappen.”Justthen,agroupofpeoplecameontotheseandDimitricouldhearughter,shoutingaedchatterbehindhisbench.Fromthesevoices,Dimitriakeoutthatitwastwofamiliesandtheirchildrenabouttopyagameofsoccer.Thefatherswerethecoachesaherswerethecheerleadersshoutingencements.Dimitriwassurethattheywouldhavebroughtanabundanceoffoodwiththemtohaveasumptuouspiicaftertheballgame.Maureenwaseagertojoininthefun,buthewasnotabletokicktheball,sohewaitedbythesidelines.Wheneveraballrolledout,hewouldrurieveitanddribbleitbacktothegame.ThepyersweredelightedwithMaureenandcriedout.“Goodboy!Goodboy!Youaresosmart”Theywouldshakehispaws,pathisheadandpywithhim.SoonMaureenartofthegameaheveryone.Dimitrithought.

    “Lifeshouldbelikethis,fullofhappinessandughter.Unfortunately,flict,dissentanddiscordfarexceedpeadharmony.”

    Dimitriinhaleddeeplyatwhatwasleftofhiscigarettebefretfullytossitothegroundandsoutwithhisfoot.Thenhepickedupthebuttandputitinhispocket.

    “Hey,olddog,”avoicebesidehimremarked,“Areyouto