Book3:WereMyDreamIs

Richard.CarryingMaureenonhisshouldershewalkedtowardshiscar.MaureenbarkedatDimitriasifsayinggoodbye.Dimitriwavedatthemuntilheheardthecarstartup,makeaquickturnanddriveoff.ThedipidatedpickuptrukedandrattleditswaydowreetwithlittleMaureeing.Soonhewouldbejumpingintohismistress’sarms.

    “DidyounoticethatDimitriseemeddistressed?”askedJamaz.“Iwonderwhathewouldbefagtonightandwhatknothehopestountie.Hedidn’twantourhelpbutIworrythathemaybeindanger.”

    “Don’tworryabouthim,brother”repliedRichardoptimistically.“Heisarealman,ofabreedapartfromusandhastheproteofthegods.Don’tworry.Hewilleoutsafelyfromanydanger.Nothingstophim.”

    Dimitritemporarilyiddowntheheavyburdensonhisshouldersforamomentofpeadquiet.Byforceofhabithewalkedtowardsareeter.Hestoodbeforeastorethathadalreadyclosedupfortheday.Heneverknewwhatmerdiseitsold.Itwasolythathefoundouttheysoldallkindsinkcartridgeforputersandprinters,carryingargevarietyofinkofallbrands.Dimitriwasnotfamiliarwiththebyproductsofthemostadvancedbranchesofsdhadnoiihereasonhecameherewasbecauseeveryafternoonatduskwhenalltheshopscloseddownitracticetimeforthepianistwholivedonthesedfloorapartmentwhichhadaseparatestairexttothestore.Dimitriwouldsitonthegroundoutsideandlistentoafreecertofhighqualitymusic.Soonnotesfromthepianofloateddownfromthewindowsoftheapartment.Dimitritookoutacigaretteandlighteditwhileheehesmoothandflowingmusic.Heseemedtoseewavesierreflectthebrightandluminousmoonlight.Ashelisterandented,he

    thoughtofhislifeintheKingdomofDreams.Hehadhiberhe