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