Book3:WereMyDreamIs

gMaureentogofirst,andthendroveoffslowlyafterseeingthatithadcrossedthestreetsafely.ThepeoplesurroundingDimitricppedandwhistledandgaveMaureenahero’swele.HismistressCharinawasalsoback.Dimitristoopeddoickeduphiswhitee.Thistimehewasgoingtoholdontoittightlyashewouldnotbeabletowalkanywherewithoutit.MaureensawhismistressandjumpedintoCharina’sarmsandbegannudgingandligherface.“Ok.OK.Goodboy.Goodboy.Hey,stoplignoworyouwillmessupmymakeup!”SheputthedogdowntothegroundandwalkedwithDimitritowardsherdthethreeofthemdroveaway.

    Thehotsungraduallylostsomeofitsheatahsofcooircouldbefelt.ThemanwhoaskedaboutCharina’saddresssataloheshadeofatree,murmuring,“Emmanuel.Emmahat’snotabadnameshehasgivenme.”Hiseyeswereonadriedupdeadtreewithantsalloveritandthought,“Iwohatlittletreeisitchywithallthoseantscrawlingonit.”Thethoughtofitgigheitchofhisathletefeet.Heimmediatelytookoffhisshoesandsodrubbedthemoree,firsttherightfoot,thefoot;firstthebottomofhisfeetthenthefront.Alookofsatisfaappearedonhisfadthesly,ismilesoftenedhisfierdruthlessexpression.Hefoldedhisfeetintoayoga-likeposition,muchlikethatofthemonksduriation.Helikedthisposition,buthisheartrefusedtocalmdown.Hishandswerepyingwithadark,rustybrooise.Heturoverandsawonitsstomacharowofcharacterswhichlookedasiftheywereaesepictographs.Hedidnotuandanyofthosewordsbutjustlikedtheshapeofthetortoise.Itsheadandtaillookedaliveandinmotionwhileitsfsseemedtobeswimmingier.Hehadjustacquireditactallyearlierthatafternoon.

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    Hewaswanderingaimlesslyaroureetswhenhehapp