Book3:WereMyDreamIs

Thenturningtothecrowdofcuriousspectatorshewavedhishandsatthemasifhewasherdingdudsaid,“Go!Go!Youpeople!Whatistheretoseehere?Scramallofyou,vamoose!!!”SeeingRichard’sbrutishfigureandferociouslooks,thecrowdscattered.Afewofthemstoodtheirground,waitingtoseeiftherewouldbeanymoredramaticdevelopments.Richardrolleduphissleeves,showinghisformidablemusclesandsaidthreateningly,“What?Areyouguysstillhere?Wantatasteofmyfists?”Notwantinganytrouble,theyslunkaway,muttering,“Badluckmeetinganothercrazyguy!”Turningbaitri,Richardhelpedhimupsaying,“eon,Dimitri.Let’sgoandseeMr.Kaffee.He’slikeaahottinroof!”

    “Whydoeshewanttoseeme?Hassomeemergeneup?”

    “I’mnotveryclearaboutthis.You’llknowwhenyougetthere.”Richar