Book3:WereMyDreamIs
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ewherefewpeopledeigovisit.Ithadbeenoutofrepairforalongtimeandidatedandcoveredwithfeathersandfecesofbirdswhichreekedofanoffensiveodoruhesunshine.Dimitrilovedthequiettranquilityofthekesideaoehereoftentopteandbealohhisthoughts,neverseemingtomindthefoulsmellorthefilth.Butonedayaresourcefulentrepreneurcameuponthepce,sawitspotentiandappliedforapermittoredevelopthepierintoabusiness.Hespentalotofmoneyoningthepceupaifiedboththepieranditssurroundingenviro.HeisotedtheaquaticbirdstoapcefurtheraroceededtotransformtheptoaEuropeanstyleoutdoorcaféwhichbecameafavoritehauntofresidentsandtouristsalike.Onsunnyafternoonsinspringandsummer,thetablesuhemulti-coloredumbrelhesetupwereusuallyfullofers,dressedincolorfult-shirts,shortsandsandalswhichaddedyouthfulvigorandvitalitytothese,breathingnewlifeintothelonelykesidemakingitintoasicspot.Charinasatunderanumbrelasblueastheblueskiesatthefarendofthepierwhichprotrudedalmosttothemiddleoftheke.Shewaswearingasleevelessyellowshirt,narrowbckskirtandapairofGreeksandals,serenelysippinghercoffee,lookingverycool.Thepanionshewasversingwithwasnootherthanthehomelessman,Dimitri.Hewasstillwearinghisdipidateddarkbrownjacket,loosebcktrousersandill-fittingblock-headedshoes.Hissafarihatwassoolditwasalmostintatters,buthenevergedhisoutfit.Straosay,thoughhisclotheslookedshabbyaheynevergaveoffanyunpleasantodor.CleverandintelligentMaureensatonhisplisteningtotheirversation.Dimitrihadbeenwanderingaimlesslyaroundtheke,notreallyknowingwherehewaogo,lettieeinhishandguidehimonhisway.Maureen’ssharpnosecaughtthestofhisnewfriendandledhismistresstohim. CharinaledDimitritothefarendofthelongdockwhereitwasnotsocrowded.Afterthewaiterhadbroughtthemtheircoffeeandredwine,shebegantotellhimthehappeningsofthestfewdays. “Thatnightafteryouleft,that’salmostthreedaysagonow,Isuddenlysmelledanintoxigfragranceofflowersandimmediatelylostsciousness.WhenIcametoIfoundthatIwaspletelynakedandedinab.OpeningmyeyesIsaolianwassittingnearbykeepingguardowasthenthatIrealizedsomeonehadbrokenintomyhomeandattemptedtorapeme,andthatagoodSamaritanhadetomyresdroutedthesdrel.ThebrokenwindowsanddoorsshowedsignsofafiercestrugglebuttherewasoallthisotherthanmycleverlittledogMaureenhere.Heotspeakourhumannguageandthereforeisuobearwitopehepoliantookmytestimonya.Shecautioomakesurethatallmywindowsanddoorswereclosedandlockedatnightbecauseaserialrapistseemedtobetargetingthearea.”Dimitri’shandreachedcarefullyaantlyfssofwiulpbeforesaying, 4 “Thatnight,itwasyourcleverlittleMaureenwhofouhhisextraordinarysenseofsmelndmademeuandsomethingwasamiss.ButIamahelplessblindman,utterlyuselessinanemergency.IsuddenlythoughtofMedusa,theguardianofmyKingdomofDreams,soIsummonedherandtoldhertodealwiththecrisis.ItwasMaureenwholedhertoyourhome,anditisyourlittledogyoushouldthankforsavingyou.” “Yes,yes”excimedCharinaasifwakingfromadream.“ThepolidIwerebothpuzzledastowhocouldhavethestrengthtobreakdownthatthidsolidfrontdoorintosmithereens…Oh,bythewaythereissomethingImustgiveyou.Ialmostfot.Ifoundaheballoon