Book3:WereMyDreamIs

mitrisatattwoendsofthebeautifullyspreaddiningtablewithdlesburningbrightlyintheirsilverholders.Dimitriatewithgusto,appreciativelyexpressinghisheartfeltthanks.Asahomelesspersonhesidereditluckytobeabletofillhisstomach.Itwasinceivabletohavehisbeautifulhostessgotothetroubleofcookingasumptuousfeastjustforhim.Charinadidmudjustnibbledoucesadandafewsliokedmeat.

    “Don’tsaysuchthings”shesaid,interruptinghiseffusivethanks.“Tomeyouaremyspiritualmentuardian.IhavereceivedmorefromyouthananythingIeverdoiurn.Fromnowon,pleasedon’tstandonceremonywithme,ok?”

    “Sure”repliedDimitrinodding.“Iwon’tsayitagain.ButIreallyhaven’tdohingforyouexcepttellyousomestories.Bytheway,wherewereweuptoiory?I’mafraidIhavefott