Book3:WereMyDreamIs
alkedbacktotheshadeofthetallbuilding,lightedupacigarettebuttandleisurelyenjoyedhissmokeleaningbathepilr,thinking,“Iamreallyinluck.JustasIwasfeelingtired,hungryandthirsty,someonepreparedtwodelicioussandwichesformeandputthemrightbeforeme!Thatwasreally,reallyued!IhoughtLadyLuckwouldsmileatme!” Dornawhowasstandingattheeroftheoppositesideofthestreetwatchedasthehomelesspersontookhersandwichesandateravenouslywithobviousenjoyment.ThoughdisappoihatitwasnotDimitri,sheythathereffortshadnotgoowasteandthatshewasabletodosomethingforthehomelesspeople.Sheturnedherbikearoundandrodetowardstheke.KnowingthatmostofthebeautiesweregatheredatNovel’smansionthesedays,shedecidedtojointhefunasshehadnothingmuchtodo