Book3:WereMyDreamIs
dhisheadashispillow.Lastnightoldfriends,exuberanttobereueralongseparation,ate,drankandtalkedallthroughthenight.Dimitridranktoomudwasstillfeelinggroggyandhalfawake,buthewasabletoectthedotsaogetherthereteventsasreportedtohimbyhisfriends. LastnightafterRichardandJamazfoundDimitrisittingaloneinaerofthedesotedsquare,surroundedbyskyscrapers,theybroughthimbacktotheloedrosegarden.Fromafartheycouldhearpleasantjazzmusidsmellthefragraneatbeingbroiledoverthefire,butastherewasalsoasniffofsomethingbeingburnt,forMr.Kaffee,Big-OandDwarfMickeywerenottheoisseurofBBQingthatRichardwas.Richardwasindeedaowledgedtobeasgoodasafirstcsschefinthisrespect,forhismeatwasalwayscookedtoperfe:tender,juidjustdoheoldfrie