Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ethatitwasoneofhishomelesspals,adirty,dipidatedbum.

    “Ifyouoffermeacigarette,Iwilltellyousomegoodnews.”

    “Whatgoodnews?”Takingoutacigarette,Dimitrigenerouslytossedittohisfriendandlighteditforhim.Themanpuffedgreedilyathiscigaretteandthensighedinsatisfa.

    “It’sbeenalongtimesinceI’vehadarealcigarette.”

    “Whatgoodnewsdoyouhave?Goontell,soIshareinit.”

    “Areyouhungry?”askedthemanabruptly.

    “No,Ijustateandamquitefull.”

    “Furtherondowreet,someacademyisholdingagathering,somekindofoutdoorparty.Thereisalotoffoodthere.Yougoasome.It’sfree.Youmaybefullnow,butyousayyouwon’tbehungryteron?Ourstomachsarebothersomethingsaobefedeveryfewhours.Whydon’tyougogetsomeofthefoodaforwhenyou?”