Book1:TeDream-Maker
nfrontofthebuildingandawell-dressedwomansteppedouttofeedthemeter.Dimitri’seyesweregluedtotheglittering,silver-coloredshoeshehadseeninhisdreams.Agroupofboysrodebyontheirbikes;somechildrenwalkedhandinhaheirnurseryschoolteachers;oldpeoplefromHotelOakndsatsunningthemselvesinthegardeninfrontofthebuilding;acoupleinwheelchairscamebacktogetherfromtheirgroceryshopping.Dimitrisuddeasifitwerespringwheremyriadsofflowersbloomedprofusely,andpeopleofallcolors,bck,whiteandyellowwalkedaround,nude,idlychattinganddrinkihegrassamidtheflowers,orjoyfullylisteningtomusicovertheradiointhisparadiseoh—allracesofpeopleinperfectharmony.Flowersdonotneedclothes,herdoanimals,whyshouldhumaheexception? JoewalkedoutofthepostoffidsawDimitrisittingtherelostinreverie.Helookedathimptuouslyandwalkedbywithoutaword.HewentbacktotherestaurantandsaidtoMarianna: "Isawyoursonsittingoepsofthepostoffice." "Myson?Whatareyoutalkingabout?" "Dimitri!Yoodtohim,savingthechoicestleftoversforhim.Isn’theyourson?" "Bull-Sh1T!Mindyourownbusiness!”Withthat,Mariannarushedoutandrantothepostoffice.ThereshefoundDimitristaringoutintospacelostinhisday-dreams,obliviousofhissurroundings.Sheshookhimandsaid, "!Dimitri!!Wherehaveyoubeefewdays?Whatareyoudoinghere?You’llcatchcoldsittinginthiswind.Aren’tyouhungry?ebackwithmeandhavesomethinghottoeat.”Dimitricamebacktorealitywithajolt. "Hi,Marianna!”hesaid.Hisstomachgrowledandhesmiledsheepishly,"GuessI’mhungry.”AndhefollowedMariannabacktotherestaurant.OnthewayMari