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it.”Sayingso,shewenttothekit,gotsomemilkandaddedittohisbowl.Maureenwassatisfiedthenaoeathappily.

    CharinalookedatDimitristillsleepingsoundlyonthesofaandthought,“Whydon’tImakeaninerforthispoormanbeleagueredbyfate,thishomelesspersonwhoisatthesametimenobleasapoet?”Charinapeeledanddiassortmentoffruitsandmadeabowloffruitsad.Sheheatedovermediumheatsomeofthecmchowdershehadmadethatmandputsomebreadintheoven.Theookasteakfromtherefrigeratatheredupasmallbottleofgasandafryingpanaoutintothebackyardtocookit.Sheworkedsilently,herthoughtsstillonDimitri’smagicalstory.Shedidnotturnonthelightafraiditwoulddispersethetranquility.NoohatDimitrimadeuseofthisshortnaptogobacktohisKingdomofDreamsandcarriedoutearth-shakiions.

    CharinaandDimitrisatattwoendsofthebeautifullyspreaddiningtablewithdlesburningbrightlyintheirsilverholders.Dimitriatewithgusto,appreciativelyexpressinghisheartfeltthanks.Asahomelesspersonhesidereditluckytobeabletofillhisstomach.Itwasinceivabletohavehisbeautifulhostessgotothetroubleofcookingasumptuousfeastjustforhim.Charinadidmudjustnibbledoucesadandafewsliokedmeat.

    “Don’tsaysuchthings”shesaid,interruptinghiseffusivethanks.“Tomeyouaremyspiritualmentuardian.IhavereceivedmorefromyouthananythingIeverdoiurn.Fromnowon,pleasedon’tstandonceremonywithme,ok?”

    “Sure”repliedDimitrinodding.“Iwon’tsayitagain.ButIreallyhaven’tdohingforyouexcepttellyousomestories.Bytheway,wherewereweuptoiory?I’mafraidIhavefotten.”

    “YouweretellingmeaboutKingDimitri’sexganddecisivebattleinthes