Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ewouldbeabletodoso,butthatwouldbeirresponsibleofme.Whatifhemeetsthedogcatcherandistakentothepond?HemayevehanasizedifwedoohimihatwouldbeaburdenonmyscethatIwouldn’teverbeabletoresolveinmylifetime.StandingthereDimitriwasinaquandaryanddidnotknowwhattodo. Adipidatedpick-uptruckcttereddowreetwitheverysirattlinginunison.ThefamiliarsoundofbrakesbeingappliedsoundedbehindDimitri’ssolitaryfigure,followedbythesoundsofsmmingcardoorsandrunningfootstepsbihgdshouts. “Hey,Dimitri,youson-of-agun!You’reback!Whydidn’tyouletusknowaheadoftime?”shoutedonehappyvoice. 5 “Damnit,Iknewyourdisappearaothinairwasnotreal.YouleftyourFKingclothesbehindonthegroundintheparkjusttofoolus,right?”saidanotherhoarsevoice.AwarmandhappyfeelingpermeatedDimitri’sbody.Heknewwhotheywerewithoutturninghishead.Theywerehisbestfriendsandlife-longbuddies,RichardandJamaz.Thethreeofthemstoodonthesidewalk,ughingandshoutingiglee,happilysppingeachother’sbadpungeachother’sshouldersaswhileshoutingboisterousobsities.Thelittledogsittingonthegrouleftoutandbarkedinprotest.DimitristoopeddowntopickupMaureenandsaidtohistwofriends, “LetmeintroduylittlefriendMaureen.”RichardandJamaztookturnsholdingandkissiledoging, “Oh,youarethatpreciouslittledogMaureen.Lookhowcuteyouare.” “DwarfMickeytoldusalboutyou,abouthowbraveandcleveryouweretosaveyourmistress.Youarereallyspecial!”Satisfiedbybeingmademuaureenpyasthethreefriends.Richardcarriedthelittledogonhisshoulderssaying, “IknowgreatgeshavetakenpydomofDreams.Wehe