Book3:WereMyDreamIs

Dimitrisleepingsosoundlyonthesofa,andthought,“Heismyspiritualmentor.FromthetimeIfirstsawhimIknewhewasnotasimplehomelessperson,butwhyhasfatebeensoharshonhimandnedhimtoalifeofdarknessasablindman?It’sreallysad...”

    CuteandcleverMaureenjumpedontoCharina’spmakingaseriesofwhininghroughhernoselikeaspoiltchildpining.Charinalookedattheclodrealizeditwaseighto’clock.”Ohsweetie,areyouhungry?Alright,alright,Iwillgiveyousomefood.Butyou’thaveanymorehumanfoodtonight.Toomuchofitisbadforyou.Youhavesomeofyourowndogfood.”Charinascoopedupabowlofdogfoodandputitbeforeheroable.Maureensitandthenagaihewhiningnoiseinprotest.Charinaknewwhathewantedandsaid,“Alright,alright,I’lddsomemilkinit.”Sayingso,shewenttothekit