Book1:TeDream-Maker

pedoutoftheelevator．ElinawasjustseeinghimoffandintroducedhimasIketoDimitri．Ike’sshoulder-lengthblondhairwasfashionablydyered；hislongeyebrowsobviouslypluckedandlined.Heworenolipstick，buttwoenormousdiamonds，abouttwocaratseach，dangledonhisears．Hehadonatight-fittingsuit,awhiteshirtencolrandcarriedanoblongalligatordy’shandbaginhishand．HesmiledandsaidhellotoDimitriinhispleasantlowresonantvoice,whichbespokeofhismellow,friendlydisposition．Watghimwalkintotheelevator，Dimitrithoughtthatfrombehind,helookedlikeacharmingdy．

    ingoutofthebathroom,Elinawalkedovertoherwineet,putadeterofwhitewiwowinegssesonatrayandcarriedthemovertothecoffeetable,wherethereileofhand-writtenmusipositions．Onthecewerethewords："versingwithaNudeAngel-dedicatedtothebeautifulwomanwhowasmywife."Elinapouredouttwogssesofwine,handedooDimitriandsaid,"Cheers!"Theysippedtheirwineinsilence．

    "Ialwaysthoughtyouweresingle,Elina．Wouldyouliketotellmeaboutit?"

    "That’swhatIwaalktoyouabout.”

    "Isthatso?Whatkindofmanwashe?"

    "Heisthatfeminine-lookingmanyoumetattheelevator，sodifferentfromwhathewaswhenIfirstmethimincollege．He’sawonderfulpianist,excellentforhisinterpretationofChopinandatalentedposerinhisht．Thisissomethieespeciallyforme”saidElina,pointingtothemusithecoffeetable．Dimitritookupthemusicsheetswithiandsawthattheywerebeautifullywritteniartistid．

    "I’msureit’sabeautifundsuperbpieusic.”

    "WhenIwasincollege,Iwasverypopurandhadalotofboyfriends．Onweekends，theywouldetothedormandtrytodatemeandIkewasohem．A