Book1:TeDream-Maker

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    "Areyouhungry?Wouldyoulikesomethi?"

    "Yes”heansweredaupandputontheirrobesinthegraynessofearlydawn．

    Sincehekwhen,therainhadstartedagain,sptteringdownfromeavesontothetdoorwaybelow．Inthegraynessofdawn,therowsofhousesacrossthestreetseemedtobowtheirheadssubmissivelyaherainwashoverthem．Dimitrisatbythetableinaerofthediningroomsippingthewigtherainse,enjoyingthecalmandquietbeforedaybreak．Romiwasbusyipreparingbreakfast．Fromtheperspectiveofthesoundsingfromthearea，herfootsteps，therunningwater，thegandgofpotsandpans，Dimitrientallyjureupvisionsofherbodilymovements．ThiswasoheskillshehadlearntfromMissMindy，atleastthatwaswhathethoughthernamewas．Hehadfotten．ShewasaninstructorfromtheStateDepartmentofRehabilitationwherehehadenrolledtolearnmobilityskillstwo,whehewouldsoongoblind．Shetaughthimhowtotelldireanddisti