Book3:WereMyDreamIs

eaghehookerstandingoreet.Hegotintothelimousineanddroveaway,leavingtheknow-it-allyoungstreet-walkerwhothoughtherselfsosmartandsavvy,standingthereonthepavementdumbfounded.Shestaredatthedepartingcarsthinking,“I’vebeenwalkireetsforsomanyyears.I’vealwaysdreamedofaPrinceCharminginvitiogetintohislimousiodayitreallyhappened,butIletthisrareopportunityslipawaythroughmyfingers.Wasitreallyasthatoily-tonguedguysaidthatIletthatceofalifetimeslipaway?IfonlyIcouldbelikethatolddwarf;justwavemyhandintheairandwhateverIwishforwilletrue.Won’tthatbegreat?”Subsciouslyshetoowavedherhandintheair,wishingforadazzlingdiam,butnomiraclehappened.

    Theluminousmoonlightshonedownfromabove,almhtasdaylight.Thissamemooernand