Book3:WereMyDreamIs

opsandVio.Hermovementswereslowbecauseherbodyhadbeentwoatthewaistandseparatedintotwopartssoherhandsacouldnotco-ordinatewellnaturally.bracedhiswomaly,mutteringindistinctly,“Thisissuchasurprise.Youarenotdeadbutstillliving!That’sgreat.That’sgreat.Itisgoodthatyouarealive.ThankGod.ThankGod…”andtearssprangfromhiseyes.Viotoocameuptoembracehermother.

    “What’sallthisabout,Mother?”sheasked.“IswhatIsawinmydreamsallfalse,alluntrue?Wasitonlyanightmare?”

    “No,nochild”saidIleen,lovinglycaressingthefaceofheronlydaughter.“Allthisistrue.Butasone’sdispositionges,everythinggeswithit.”

    Ileenhadlivedatumultuouslifefullofupsanddowns,lifeah.Herlove-hateretionshipwithDimitriwashardtodecipherandhadbeentol