Book1:TeDream-Maker
ushomewashisparadise.Whenhefoundapraphicmagazineamidtheruins,heughedgleefullyaedlyandsatdownoepsoftheporchasheflippedthroughthepages,whilemakinglovewithMrs.Thumbandherfhters.AnimalneedandinstincthadionswhatevertohisIQ. Justthen,amelodiousvoicecalledout,"Mark!Mark!Whereareyou?"aifulyounggirlmadeherwaythroughthefallenrosesandleavestowardstheruinedhouse.ItwasLaverne,Mark’sstepsister,bothresidentsofthenearbydistrict.Whenshesawhimilydoinghisjobwhilestaringatthepicturesinthemagazine,sheblushedinmaidenlymodestyandshynessandturnedherbacksaying, "Hurry!It’ste!Wehavetogohome.”Then,throwinganexquisitelyembroideredesesilkhandkerchiefathim,sheadded,"Wipeyourselfwhenyou’rethrough.”Whenhewasdohetwosiblingswalkedarminarmpasttherosegardenandmadetheirwaytowardstheirhome.Theskieswerestillblue. Thehouseinthenearbyprimeresidentialdistrictwasanaverageoheirfather,Mr.JohnJohnson,hadnotbeeoworkatterhisstroke,sothefamilyfinanceshaddeteriorateddrasticallyandthehouselookedrundown.OldMr.Johnsonwaswalkingboriouslyinthegardenwiththehelpofhisstick,eachstepseemedtobeheavyasathousandpounds.Thestrenuous,strugglingexpressiononhisface,togetherwiththedeepwrinklesmadeohinkthatanotherprecioushumanlifewasabouttoperishfromthisearth.LaverneandMarksprangforwardtohelphimtoachairwhentheirmother’svoicewasheardcallingtoLaverne.Sheanswered,"ing!"auroherbrotherwhohadthemelononhisshoulderandtheman’smagazineinhishandsaying, "Putthemelonintotherefrigeratoandtakeashower.Don’tpywithitanymoreorIwon’tfrysteakf