Book1:TeDream-Maker

sintothesky,likeafarmersowingseedsinthefields．

    Thebrilliantstarstwinkledandgleamedzealously,likevivaciousguestsatagrandball．Thebeige-coloredcar,carryingitsbeautifulmistressandthatmysteriouspersonage，passeduhem．Theoldcarchuggedbravelyon，puffinglikeatiredjoggerandMegginnsaidinalowvoice，

    "Sorry,myoldfriend．Iknowyou’retiredtoday，butIneedyoutomakeonemoreroundtripforus．Ipromisenottosteponthegassoyouwooostressedout．I’mreallysorry,myoldfriend.”Dimitrismiledandwatchedsilentlyasthegenerousgirltalkedcozilywithheroldfriehoughtthatherprofoundknowledgeoffinances,especiallyherfamiliaritywithhisbusinessmethodscouldbeofgreatusetohiminthemaofhisKingdom．Onhispart，hecouldrealizeherfodreamsofcharity．Butmostcrucialofallwashergenerousheart．Soon,thecarcametothebridgeandtheycrossedovertotheothersideoftheBay．

    Whewoofthemeheballroom,alleyeswereattractedbythemagicbeautyofMegginn，earingalow-cut，bcksilkeveninggownwithtwothinribbonasstraps．Asparklingdiamondneckceadornedhergraceful，swan-likenedasilver-foxwasflungwithstudiedcarelessnessoverhershoulders,exhibitingnoblebearingsandeleganendearingsmilewasalwaysonherlips．Herpanionwasamiddle-agedman，impeccablydressedinanexpeandbcktie，wearingasafarihatmadeofthesamemateriashissuit．Ofcourse,thatwasDimitri．Asheseldomappearedinpublic,hewasastrahepany,whichbuzzediionastohisidentity．Gohezyindolehehomelessperson．Hewasclothedindignifiedsilewhatlittlehesaidcarriedweight，exuberatinganauraoftrustworthinessandreliability．Theywerete．Theballhadalreadybeguheywere