Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ag,spreaditonthecretegrounduheeaves,andsideredithistemporarybed.Heydownonitandbyforceofhabitputhisolive-coloredsafarihatoverhistummyandfoldedhishandsbehindhisheadashispillow.Lastnightoldfriends,exuberanttobereueralongseparation,ate,drankandtalkedallthroughthenight.Dimitridranktoomudwasstillfeelinggroggyandhalfawake,buthewasabletoectthedotsaogetherthereteventsasreportedtohimbyhisfriends.

    LastnightafterRichardandJamazfoundDimitrisittingaloneinaerofthedesotedsquare,surroundedbyskyscrapers,theybroughthimbacktotheloedrosegarden.Fromafartheycouldhearpleasantjazzmusidsmellthefragraneatbeingbroiledoverthefire,butastherewasalsoasniffofsomethingbeingburnt,forMr.Kaffee,Big-OandDwarfMickeywerenottheoisseurofBBQingthatRichardwas.Richardwasindeedaowledgedtobeasgoodasafirstcsschefinthisrespect,forhismeatwasalwayscookedtoperfe:tender,juidjustdoheoldfriendshuggedeachother,geachotheronthebacktalkinganimatedly.RichardimmediatelytookoverthembchopinDwarfMickey’shandandfoundthatonesidewasburntwhiletheothersidewasstillraw.Hesaid,

    “Watchme!Iwillturnthismbchopintoohaspecialfvor!Doyoubelieveme?”

    “Ofcoursewedo.”Hisfriendsresponded.

    “Youaretheaowledgedchef!“

    “Weknowwhatyoudo.

    Theoldfriendssatdownaroundthefire.JamazpoppedopetlesofliquorandhahemaroundbefoingtohelpRichardwiththemeat.Richardworkedeffitlyandquicklybecausehekneweveryonewashungry.Mr.KaffeetulpofliquorandsaidtoDimitri,

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    “Theywerelookingforyoueverywhereahattheyfinallyfoundyouatthesquare.Thatpceisalwaysde