Book3:WereMyDreamIs

threwitintotheblindmaybowl.Theblindmanwasgreatlysurprisedbythegofsomethinginhisbowl.Helookeddownandexcimed,

    “Why,that’sabrilliantgreenemerald!Thawoofyousomuch.Thankyou.Thankyou.”Sayingso,hegrabbedthegemashestoodupandwalkedecstaticallyaway,soexcitedthathefotalbouthiswhitee.

    “Didn’tyousayhewasblind?”excimedSalinalookingatEmmanuelquestionly.“HekhatwhatItosseddownwasagreenemeraldandlookatthewayhewalks.Hedidn’tevenneedhise.”

    “Idon’tknowwhatallthisisabouteither”repliedEmmanuelshrugginghisshoulders.ActuallythemanwasahomelessfriendofDmitri’scalledDavid,whodecidedtoimpersonateDimitribydressinglikehimandmadehislivingbeggingoreetspretendingtobeblind.Thetwoofthemwerena?veanddidnotuandthatthereweredarkelementsofsocietythatlivedoing,swindlingaiowolittlepeoplewerereallylikeasheetofwhitepaper,pletelyunawareofthewaysofthemundaneworld.Theydidnotrealizethatstrollingalongaimlesslyoreetsofthemetropolisputtheminmoredahanwanderinginthewildernessandforestswhereferociousbeastsofpreylurked.

    WhenEmmanuendSalinaresurfaced,theirappearanceshadbeenpletelyged.ThehairdresserwhodidSalina’shairwasafamousstylistanddesignerwhodyeredherlonghairsothatitfelljusttohershouldersandcouldkeepitsshapenomatterhowsheswungherheadorhowmuchthewindruffledit.Sheinkdresswithbutterfliesembroideredintheesestylearoundthewaist,whichgaveheralookbothcssyandstylish.Emmanuelboughtapairofexpensivedarkgreypantsofthebestmateriavaibleandabcksilkshort-sleevedshirtwithshinysilverbuttons.Theleathersuitcasehewasholdinginhis