Book3:WereMyDreamIs
edshoes.Hissafarihatwassoolditwasalmostintatters,buthenevergedhisoutfit.Straosay,thoughhisclotheslookedshabbyaheynevergaveoffanyunpleasantodor.CleverandintelligentMaureensatonhisplisteningtotheirversation.Dimitrihadbeenwanderingaimlesslyaroundtheke,notreallyknowingwherehewaogo,lettieeinhishandguidehimonhisway.Maureen’ssharpnosecaughtthestofhisnewfriendandledhismistresstohim. CharinaledDimitritothefarendofthelongdockwhereitwasnotsocrowded.Afterthewaiterhadbroughtthemtheircoffeeandredwine,shebegantotellhimthehappeningsofthestfewdays. “Thatnightafteryouleft,that’salmostthreedaysagonow,Isuddenlysmelledanintoxigfragranceofflowersandimmediatelylostsciousness.WhenIcametoIfoundthatIwasplet