Book3:WereMyDreamIs

fshlighttoillumiheway.HearingLotus’voidseeingthelight,thefigurerushedoveranddashedintothehut.ItwasthefamousballerinaNatalie.LotuswhowasquietandserehefullmoonsmiledandhandedherhandkerchiefovertoNataliesaying,“Wipeawaythewaterfromyourface,hairandarmsoryouwouldcatchacold.”Nataliegratefullytookthehandkerchiefofferedtoheranddidasshewastold,saying,

    “ItwasafiarrynightwhenIstartedoutofthehouse.Howeitbegantorainallofasudden?”Lotuspoiowardsthegardenandsaidsmilingly,

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    “Lookclosely.Isthatrain?”Natalielookedatthemistynightoutsideandcouldn’thelpughing.Shestoppedwipingherfadholdihandkerchiefinherhandshelookedcarefullyattheseoutsidethestrawhut,saying,“Idon’tnormallyeouttothegardenthisearlyi