Book3:WereMyDreamIs

furained,brawnymasecharmandfasation.Thefawn-coloredsafaristrawhatonhisheadaddedtohisattra.

    “Youmeanyoureallydrive?”askedSalinawithasmile.

    “What’sthebigdeal?OfcourseIdrive”repliedEmmanuelgestigwildly.“WhenmyoldfriendRichardwasdriving,Ipokemyheadoutofhisbreastpocketandwatchwhathewasdoistepsonthegas,tureerihiswayandthat.Heusesbothhishandsandhisfeetandlookseverywherewithhiseyes.It’ssimple.Iknowhowtodrivejustby.Pieceofcake.Sawyouhadyoureyesobcksportscarparkedoutsidethesteakhouse.Yah,thecarisstreamlinedanditsshapeisunique…OhesedayswebuyoneandpywithitandIshowoffmyexcellentdrivingskills.It’sapitycarsdon’tflyintheair;otherwiseIflyitlikeanairpneandyouwillknowhowaplishedIam.”ThetwoofthemdidnotmakeuseoftheluxuriouslimousineprovidedbythehotelforitsVIPersbutchosetowalktothefamoussteakhouseafewblocksdownandenjoyedasumptuousmeal.EmmanuendSalinahadheirwholelivestastednewYorksteakasgoodasthoseservedtothem.Theyaskedthewell-knowndessertcheftheretomakeabananacakeforthem.Heusedbutter,cheeseandredientsandintheendpouredrumoveritandlighteditupbeforeserving.Thaton,everydaydessertbecameasingurandfabulouscoinhisskillfulhands.Salinawasfasatedandasusualgavethechefanakeddiamondforhiseffivingrisetocriesofenvyandadmirationofthepeoplearoundthem.Aerattheneighbtablewasanoldgentlemannearinghisseventies,withgold-rimmedgssesandeyessharpwithintelligendefficy.Heeyedthenakeddiamondfshinggreenandbluelightsinthehandsofthechefaobearealtreasure.WhenSalinaandEmmanuelwalkedoutoftherestaurantuheadmiringlooksofall