Book3:WereMyDreamIs

w.Arethebeautiesstillsleeping?”

    “That’salongstory”sighedNatalie.“Itjusthappenedearlythism,soofcourseyoucouldn’thaveknown…Whydon’tyouandIwalkovertotheflardens?Lotus,AngelidIwillupdateyouorethappenings.”

    Atfouro’clothem,theskieswerestilldark.Darknessspreadouttinuously,ctheskiesintodeepsomberhuesofdarkblue,oredonlybyafewscatteredstars.Dimflickeringpathlightsshohenarrowpathsleadingihoftherge,darkgarden.Lotus,thebeautygehefullmoon,wasdressedpinlylikeapeasantgirlincottonshirtandskirtandrubberboots.Withanumbrelinonehandandafshlightiher,shewasslowlywalkingonthenarrowpath,iingtheflowerbeds.Sometimes,shewouldwalkintothebeds,turnonherfshlightandscrutihegrowthofapntorflower,snatgawaytheoccasio