Book1:TeDream-Maker
savored. Dimitrisatday-dreaminguhetreeattheparkinglot.Thiswashisfirstdayatworkattheatowngasstation.Itsparkinglothadbeehtandtherewasonlyoreeleft.Therewasaeserestaurantacrossthestreet.Theexteriorwasdecoratedlikeapace.withcolorfulnternshangingattheentrandesemusiccouldbeheardingfromit,allofwhichbecamematerialforhisdreams.Thetwootherattendants,onameseandoneMexi,stoodtalkingtoeachotherinpidginEnglishwhichtheyuood,apaniedbybodynguage,buttheirdisdainandptforDimitriwerequiteevident.Theyknewhimtobeahomelesspersonwhousedtoroamaboutthedistridthereforetheywerealittleindignantthathewasnoloyeelikethemselves.Sotheydidnothingtohelphimgetacquaihhisnewsurroundings,butlookedonsfullyashesattherelostinreverie.DisciplinewasfntoDimitri’snomadicwaysandhehadnonotionofwhateatajob.Hewaswillingtoworkhard,buthesawnoharminsittingtheredaydreamiherewasnoworktobedone.Justthen,awhiteRollsRoycedroveupforafill-up.Thetwoattendantsrushedover,smilingandobsequiousbecauseMrs.IleenKaffeewasanoldpatronofthegasstationandalwayslefthercartheretobewashedwhileshehaddimsumatherfavoriterestaurantacrossthestreet.Dimitri,however,sattherelookingonastheyfussedoverthedthought,"Addinggastothetankisreallylikeabloodtransfusion,andinhisimaginatioecargraduallybecamepinkasitfilledwithgas.Mrs.Kaffeewasawomaninherforties,withshortblondhairfashionablydicyblueeyes,sharpandkeen.Hercoldthoughcharmiureswerespoiltbytheexpressionandceit.Sapphiresadherearsaddedadashofrevoltanddissipation.Hervoiceleasantbuthercourtesyhony. Theowhegasst