Book3:WereMyDreamIs

tmyfate,mydestinywaslike…Ohwell,Dimitri,IthinkthatlikeyouIamalsogiventoflightsoffancy.What’stheuseofthinkingaboutthesethings?Iamfeelinghungryagain.Thisstomaineisreallytroublesome.It’slikeabottomlesspitthateverbefilled…IsupposeIwouldhavetotrymyludseeifIfindsomethi.Goodbyemyoldfrie’sbothgoourownwaytogetsomefood.”Sayingso,theagingmanstoodup,dustedtheseatofhispantsandtinuedonhiswayalongtheroadside.

    Intheblueskiesthesun,graduallysettingi.waslikeatorwillingtobeextinguishedandwasgivingforththeremainderofhisenergy.AfterDavidleft,Dimitri’smindwasinturmoil.Hewaswhowhislifewouldend.PerhapsitwouldbejustastragidwretchedasDavid’s,dyingbytheroadsideandgivenbytheauthoritiestomedicalfacilitiesasacorpset