Book2:KigdomIteDreams

bouthowmuch,butaboutrealfeelings.Yes,Ihavefoundsupportandsustenanreandhappysensation.That’senough.”

    Itwasonlyadistanceof10-15minutesbycarfromNovel’sestatetoDimitri’sdwelling.AtthecrossroadacrossthestreetfromDimitri’stinyerstudioapartment,theystoppedatatrafficlight.Fromthere,theycouldalreadyhearthesoundofjazzmusidsmellthetemptingaromaofsizzli,mixedwithMr.Kaffee’sheartyughter,olddwarfMickey’scraggiggleandRichard’slumentivewords.

    “Myfriendsarewaitingforme”entedDimitri.ElenadrovepastthecrossroadsontothedrivewayofDimitri’sapartmentplexandstoppedbythefrontdoor.DimitrialightedandturoElenasaying,

    “Turnonthefoglightanddrivesafely.”Yearsago,DimitriusedtowashElena’scareverymatdawn.Thosew