Book3:WereMyDreamIs

.Aftershewasseated,hewenttothedriver’sside,opehedoorandsaidtoEmmanuel,“I’msorrythissportscarseatsonlytwo,soI’tgiveyouguysaride.Seeyou.”Heclosedthedoor,startedtheehecarshotoutlikeanunbridledhorseandsoondisappearedfromsightontheroad.EmmanuellookedatthecardinhishandandsawthattheoldmanwasthetopdesignerandappraiserofapromijewelrystorecalledSteveR.Wolfe.HelookedatSalinaandasked,

    “Whataboutit?Areyouiedinthedeal?Shallwespendsomemoneyandbuyit?”

    “Leavethatfortomorrow.Fortonightweshouldthinkaboutwheretogoohaveagoodtime”saidSalina.

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    “Ihavealreadypnnedwhattodo”repliedEmmanuel.“Youworryyourlittleheadaboutsuchthings.Wewillfirstgotoadiscotodanddrinkiodigestthergedihenwewillgotooheosandtryourluck.Howaboutit?”

    “Youknowhowtogamble?”askedSalinaissurprise.

    “Ofcourse.IusedtofrequentinnumerablegamblinghallsandosbigandsmallwithRichardandJamaz.MystaturewastoosmalltogambleoablesbutIwatchedthetwodownontheirluckguyslosetheirshirts.Theyreallywerepitifunddoomedtobepoor.Ifitwereme,Iwouldhavewonthewholegamblinghalloverandmaketheownerpayme”saidEmmanuelboastfully.

    “Alright,let’sgothen”saidSalinaalreadywalkingaway.“Whatareyouwaitingfor?”Sayingso,thetwoofthemwalkedintothenight.Thenightwasstillyoung.

    Sometimetheday,Mr.Fingerslowlywokeup.Hewasstillgroggyandhadaspittingheadache.Theyhaddrunktoomuchthenightbefore,resultinginthismotherofallhangovers.Heopenedhisdrowsyeyesandfoundhimselfinaporbowlfullofdarkbrownliquor.Whenhelickedhisfingersandfounditwasgoodwhiskey,heslowlyremem