Book3:WereMyDreamIs

thenmissmyappoiwiththosetwolittlepeople,therebymissingtheopportunitytotalkaboutourdifferenduheknotthathasbeeweenusforsolong.ButifIletMaureengohomebyhimself,Iamfullyfidenthewouldbeabletodoso,butthatwouldbeirresponsibleofme.Whatifhemeetsthedogcatcherandistakentothepond?HemayevehanasizedifwedoohimihatwouldbeaburdenonmyscethatIwouldn’teverbeabletoresolveinmylifetime.StandingthereDimitriwasinaquandaryanddidnotknowwhattodo.

    Adipidatedpick-uptruckcttereddowreetwitheverysirattlinginunison.ThefamiliarsoundofbrakesbeingappliedsoundedbehindDimitri’ssolitaryfigure,followedbythesoundsofsmmingcardoorsandrunningfootstepsbihgdshouts.

    “Hey,Dimitri,youson-of-agun!You’reback!Whydidn’tyouletusknowahea