Book1:TeDream-Maker

edonmyfirstdayofwork.”

    "Iknow．Iwenttothegasstationtyouyourlunch.Don’tworryaboutit．It’sOK．You’llfindsomethingelse.”

    Shesatdownonthebendtheychattedtogether．Therewasaninnateserenityintheirretionshipthatenvelopedthemintheirowworld，obliviousoftheirsurroundings．Thebusytraffic，thefroligchildrerollingcrowdjustdidforthem．Theoodup，handedhimhislunch-bagandsaid，

    "Gottogonow．Goonhomewhenyouaretiredandtakearest．You’vebeenthroughalotwiththepolicetoday.”

    "Thankyou,Marianna”Dimitrismiled,tookthepaperbagandwalkedaway．

    Mariaslowlytowardsherrestaurant，thinking，"Dimitriisastrangemanwithauniquepersonality．Helivespletelyinafancifulworldofhisown，iasachild．totallyinpatiblewiththerealworld，uosurviveitspetitionsanditswiles．Hisfrank，trustingandnaiveeyesareasharptrasttohisweather-beatehatisso,whyforcehimtoadapttoaworldwhereheistotallyoutofpce?Whyhimgohisoay?Lethimstayatmypdtakecareofthehouseandgarden．Idon’tknowwhatdrawsmetohim，butIlikehim.Icareforhiswelfareandhaveaake．Theremustbesomethingpre-destinedinourretionship．Butsowhat？Whyshouldn’tIlikehimandcareforhim?Whymusttherebeareason?"Butthehoughtsturhelettershereceivedthatm．Itwasfromherhusbandandtheir8-year-oldson，tellihattheyhadfinallygottentheirimmigrationpapersandwouldsoonbejoiningher．Herhusbaheraphotographofhimselfandtheirson，andtheboyproudlywrotetoherinEnglish．Whentheyarrive，shewouldiablyhavetoleaveDimitriandprovideahomeforherhusbandandson．Butthatwouldnotbeforsometimeyet．"I’llcrossthatbridgewhenIetoit,”shedecided．

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