Book3:WereMyDreamIs

dislikes,regardlessoftruthormorals.Hewasficklelikeagrassthatbendswhicheverwaythewindblows,alwaysagreeingwiththepersonhewasclosesttoatthemoment.AcoldandghastlysmilepassedoverVio’sfadshesaid,

    “Nomatterhowmeticulousorthhhispnswere,DimitrineverdreamedthatIwouldhavesurvivedcatastrophesofsuchmagnitudeaillive.Perhapsheneverevehatsuchapersoed.Imustdemautionfromhimformymotherandmyself.Ihavetobethankfultothefishthatdiedtosavemylife.SomehowIthinkthatfishwasaninationofthebigwhitefishthatusedtocarryusinhermouthbadforthfromtheseshores.Doyourememberthatbigwhitefish?”

    “OfcourseIdo,butstraosayIhaven’tseenherforalongtime.Haveyou?”

    “No”saidVioshakingherhead.“Ihaveher.”Vio’spremonitionswerenotwit