Book3:WereMyDreamIs

heoccasion.Today,Iwillmakeaionahebottleforyou.Youdrinkthisrareanddeliciouswiellmeyourstoryatthesametime.”

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    “No.No.No.Thiswhiskyisgoodenoughforme”saidDimitri.“Don’topenthisbottlejustforme.”

    “Ohno”repliedCharina“Thisisthehighestformofenjoyment.Agoodstoryshouldbeapaniedbygoodwine.”Sayingso,shepulledthecorkoutofthebottle.Immediatelyanintoxigfragranceofagedwinefilledthewholeroom.EvenMaureenwokeupandsniffedherearsuprightandhereyesbright.

    “Alright”saidDimitri“Sinceyouhavealreadyopehebottle,Iwillgoonwithmytale.”SohetoldthestoryofhisKingdomintheDreamsmuchasaminstrelofold.

    Itwasafternoonutetimearaffithefreewaywasbumpertobumper.Inthelineupwasanold,dipidatedpickuptruckchuggingalonglikeatiredoldox.Thesettingsunbzeddownwitheye-dazzlingbrilliaherearviewmirror,causingRichardtoadjustitsangle.Keepinghisfootonthegaspedal,heinchedalongwiththeslowtraffieedlesstosay,hispanionwasJamaz.Thetwoofthemwereidealpartnersandinseparable.TheyhadbeenwhardforMrs.NovelSilkesthesestfewdays,mowingthewn,cuttingandprunireesandbushes,sprayiilizersandiicidesandwererewardedbyagenerouspayment.

    “Wegotpaidtoday”saidRichard.“Whereshallwego?”

    “Uptoyou.Youarethebrainssoyoudecide.”

    “WhatdoyouthinkofMr.O’Brian,Novel’sfiancé?”askedRichard,gingthesubject.“Iheardtheyareabouttogiveahugewedding”

    “Iknow.Heseemslikeagoodguy,veryrefined,esfromapedigreefamily,hasanenormousfortuneandistheenvyofeveryo,iIfeelpretty...IfeelbadforDimitri.”

    “Why?”askedRichardinsurprise.

    “HetookoverWor