Book3:WereMyDreamIs

lygoodforshowandrecreation.Therewerenowomenaroundthefire,justfiveorsixhomelessmales,amongwhomwasthemissingbridegroomDimitriwhomnooneknewwheretofind.Dimitridrailyfromthechippedgssinhishandandsaid,

    “Ihavehadenoughofthemeatandwhiskyandamquitefull.Youguysgoonandenjoy…JustgivemeapieceofbreadsoakedupwithsomeofthemeatsaudI’llbeOK…”DavidwassittioDimitri.Theexpressiononhisfacethatusedtobepermalyfullofmiseryandangerwasnowdifferent.Thoughstillwrinkledaher-beaten,itwasflushedafterimbibingalotofhardliquorandsittingaroundarfire.Heughedandsaid,

    “HeyDimitri,don’tbesopolite.Eatanddrinksomemore.Everyoneoneofusisusedtohunger,whyshouldyoualoheoosuffer?Youare…AmIright?”heaskedturningtotheothers.Everyon