Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第14/327页)

avegotintotroubleagainandmademischief?”

    “No,Idon’tthinkso.Butnowthatyoumentionit,thatbroad’ssuddenappearanceisquiteoutoftheordinary.Doyouthinkshecameforus?”

    “No,Idon’tthinkshecameforus.IamafraidshecameforDimitri.”

    “Dimitrinevermentionedhehadanenemyasbeautifundattractiveasthisfemale.”

    “Idon’tknow.We’llgowiththeflow,actacclyahingsturnout.I’mafraidshe’saspy,heretogetnewsandinformationaboutDimitri.Nevermind,we’lljustgoalongwithherandseehowitgoes.”

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    Havingco-coordiheirpnofa,RichardandJamazquicklydriedthemselvesandputontheirjeans.Theweatherwasstillhotsotheyeachworeat-shirtontopaout.Thoughnotparticurlyhandsome,thetwoofthemexudedamasecharmandcharacter.RicharddroveMegginn’staxiouttotheentrahegardeherspiledinahreeofthemquicklydrovetowardsthecityforawildnightoowhelightswerenumerousasthestarsintheskyandjustasdazzling.

    Thestraysofthesettingsunwereenvelopedbythedarknight.Theroomwasdark.Dimitritiellinghisstory,buthiswordswerebeginningtobeslurred.Hewasverytired.Hehadnotsleptatallthenightbefore,havihetimeinwildandfrenziedimagination.Hedidnothaveacetotakeanapallmandalfternoonandnowthewonderfulwinehehadbeenofferedbegantotakeeffect.Hefeltdrowsy,butCharinawassittingacrossfromhimalttention,eyeswideopen,pletelyentrancedbyhisfasatingtalesoDimitritriedhisbesttogoon.Intheeoppedtalkinginthemiddleofasentendhissoftsnrewlouderandlouder.HewasjusttellingabouttheexgbattlebetweenKingDimitriandthesungodApollointheblueskieswhenhefelsleep.Notwishingtodisturbhisslumber,Chariheroomdarktopreservethemysteriousatmosphereofnight.Shesatalohesofaandsippedfrss.ShethoughtofherversationwithDimitriawhileago.Hehadsaid,“YoumakeuseofthecreativityandimaginationthatisiinyouaeforyourselfyourowifulKingdom.”“Heisright”thoughtCharina.“Whydon’tItryanddoitmyself?”Sherememberedalsohiswordsaboutdreams.“HesaidthatIjustoscattersomeseedsiilesoilofmydreamsandtheywillnaturallygrowandblossomiifulflowers.Beautifulseryreflectedierwasjustasbeautifustheinalseryitself.Solongasmysoulispureandkind,itsrefleinthisuglyworldwillbejustasbeautifusmysoul.Flowerswouldpropagateandpeoplewouldbekindandgood.”Charina’sbrightandshiningeyesshohasacredlight.“Right!”shethought.“DimitribuilthisKingdomintheheavens.Whydon’tIbuildacalm,peadbrightparadiseonthismundaneworld?Solongasmyheartandsoulispure,goodandkind,whateverIseewouldbejustasbeautifundght!Thatwillbethetopiybht!Good...”CharinalookedatDimitrisleepingsosoundlyonthesofa,andthought,“Heismyspiritualmentor.FromthetimeIfirstsawhimIknewhewasnotasimplehomelessperson,butwhyhasfatebeensoharshonhimandnedhimtoalifeofdarknessasablindman?It’sreallysad...”

    CuteandcleverMaureenjumpedontoCharina’spmakingaseriesofwhininghroughhernoselikeaspoiltchildpining.Charinalookedattheclodrealizeditwaseighto’clock.”Ohsweetie,areyouhungry?Alright,alright,Iwillgiveyousomefood.Butyou’thaveanymorehumanfoodtonight.Toomuchofitisbadforyou.Youhavesomeofyourowndogfood.”Charinascoopedupabowlofdogfoodandputitbeforeheroable.Maureensitandthenagaihewhiningnoiseinprotest.Charina