Book3:WereMyDreamIs

velynapkins,ptesandsilverware.AsshewaslightingthedlesshesawthatJamazwasbusyopeningupbottlesfillingtheroomwiththeentigfragranceofwineandliquor,stimutingeveryone’sappetite.RichardwalkedpastJamazandcautionedhimsaying,

    “Heybuddy,Iknowthisisverytemptingbutremembertodrinkfromyourdnotguzzleitstraightfromthebottle.That’stoobarbaric.You’llscareourbeautifundculturedhostess.”Jamaznodded.Hepouredsomestrongwhiskeyintss,drankthreegssesoeranotherandthenwipedhismouthwithhissleeves.Hesighedinsatisfaandsaid,“Nowthat’swhatIcaltreat!Ireallycouldn’tstanditthereatthatFKingjewelryexhibition.ItwassostuffyIfeltstifled!Theyservedwhattheysaidwasthemostexpensivechampagtomeittastedlikesodawater.That’snotwiall!Iwon’tfeeldrunkevenifIdrankfiftygallons!”Charina’sbeautifulrgeeyesopenedwideasshestaredunbelievablyatthistall,muscurbwhocoulddrinklikeafish.Jamazdrankanssbeforepthedrinksintothessesoable.Charinashookherheadandwalkedintothekit,followedbyBig-Owhocourteouslyandhumblyofferedtohelp.Shetookoutthefreshly-bakedFrenchrollsfromtheovenandputthemintotwobasketscoveredwithcheckeredcloth.ShehahemtoBig-Osaying,“Taketheseouttothediningroomandputthemateadofthetable.Thenebadhelpmetakeoutthesoup.Thankyou.”Big-Obowedandsaid,”Sure,miss.”HewassoonbadtookthebowlsofdelicioushotFrenionsoupintothediningroomandputthemonthepcemat.Charinalookedathimandthought,“Helookssoobliging,politeandhumble.It’shardtoimagiheusedtobeaprofessionassassin,aremorselesscold-bloodedkiller.Themoldingofaperson’scharacterisreallyintriguing.Thelur