Book3:WereMyDreamIs

abouttobsttheculpritwhoalmostcausedaterribleactwhenhiseyesrestedonacutelittlepuppysittinginthemiddleoftheroadwithawhiteeofablindmaninhismouth,hisexpressionscaredbutalsoengaginglypitifuant.Thedriver’sangervahesightandheaskedkindly,“Areyht,boy?”MaureennoddedandthedrivermadeasigntellingMaureentogofirst,andthendroveoffslowlyafterseeingthatithadcrossedthestreetsafely.ThepeoplesurroundingDimitricppedandwhistledandgaveMaureenahero’swele.HismistressCharinawasalsoback.Dimitristoopeddoickeduphiswhitee.Thistimehewasgoingtoholdontoittightlyashewouldnotbeabletowalkanywherewithoutit.MaureensawhismistressandjumpedintoCharina’sarmsandbegannudgingandligherface.“Ok.OK.Goodboy.Goodboy.Hey,stoplignoworyouwillme