Book3:WereMyDreamIs

eswhenheroldbeigejalopywasstrahestreets.Megginnwouldsitinthedriver’sseatandDimitriwouldpushwithallhismightandtheenginewouldpurrandetolife.Butthistimethingsweredifferent.EvenifDimitriappeared,hewouldnotbeabletohelpbecausetheehisluxuriousbrandnamecarhadbeentotaled.Nomatterhowhardyoupushitwouldnotbeabletomove.AlsoDimitrihadvaporizedfromthefaceoftheearthforsolongwithoutatracethatthere’snoknowiherhewasdeadoralive.Megginnwaitedforafewminutesloheroadside,butofcourseshewasdisappointedforDimitrididnotappear.Butthatwasonlywhatsheexpected.Megginnsighedandlookeddownonthebeautifulbutflimsysemi-highheeledsandalsshewaswearing.ItwasonlytenminutesbycartoAisha’house,butwouldtakeatleastanhourormoreonfoot.Thest