Book3:WereMyDreamIs

glyiurn,forthergelooldhimitwashislittlefriendMaureen.

    “Ah,mylittlefriend”hesaidhappily,“howdidyoufindme?Didyourbeautifulmistressewithyou?”Thenhastyfootstepsandthesoundofshoppingcartwheelscametowardshimandsomeodhtohimonhisleftside.ThenaturalstoftheskinfaintlytincturedwiththefragranceofrosestoldhimthatCharina,theauthoresshadarrived.

    “Whydidn’tyouevensaygoodbyewhenyouleft…”askedamencholyvoice.

    “I…Iamsorry”repliedDimitri.“I’mafraidthatIamusedtoavagabondlifeofroamingalround,treatingtheskiesasmytentahasmybed.OccasionallyIwouldseekrefugefromtheweatheruheeavesofsomeone’shome,neverhavingtosaygoodbyetotheowhehouse.IdidnotsaygoodbyetoyoubecauseyouwerestillsoundasleepbutIdidtellMaureentha