Book3:WereMyDreamIs

mazwipedhismouthwiththebackofhishand,hiccuppedandthensighed,saying

    “’twait.Theliquorwormsinmystomacharecm.Ihaveworkedhardonthedrumsforhoursandthinkthistiredbodyofminehasearherighttobepensated!”

    “Yht.Yht”agreedMr.Kaffee.“Goonanddrinkasmuchasyouwant.Youdrinktillyoudrop!”Dimitrididnothaveagreatcapacityforliquor;nordidheneedalotoffood,buthewasveryhappytoseehisfriendsinsuoodandthegroupofthemwalkedoninhighspiritstowardstheonlygatheriheyhad–thedesertedandrarden.Onthesurface,agroupofhomelesspeoplegatheringtogethertoeatanddrinkisnotunusual.Butquiteoftenunusualthingshappenunderquitenormalcircumstances.

    Thetall,majestidintricatelycarvedfrontgatewastightlyclosed,butthesidedooren.Dornapush