Book1:TeDream-Maker
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re’sthecarkey?"Dimitrialledandsaid, "Ididn’tknowIhadtotakeitout."Whenthepolicearrivedandeveryonehadbeeioned，Mrs．KaffeepointedanacgfiDimitriandsaid， "Officer，Isuspectthatmanisanapliceofthethieves．Heleftthekeysinthetentionally．” "Youhavenoproofofthatma’am．Butwe’lltakehiminforquestioning." TheofficerthenturoDimitriandsaid，"Wearenotarrestingyoubutweohaveyouedowntothestationandmakeastatement.Pleasegetintothesquadcar." Dimitrigotintothecar．Helookedatthebarredwindowsusedfordetainingcriminalsorsuspedshrugged．Hesatdoromptlyfelsleeptofollowthetrailofthecarthieveswithhisdream．Meanwhile，theofficerswerestilltryingtopcateMrs．KaffeeandwritingtheirreportwhentheyheardDimitriknogatthewindowofthesquadcardoor． "Whatisit?"ohemasked. "Thecarwasstolenbyawhitemanandtwobcks．ThewhitemanisdrivingandnowtheyarecrossingtheBayBridge．Ifyouputoutabulletin，youcatchthemohersideofthebridge.” "Howdoyouknow?Whydidn’tyousaysoearlier?"Dimitriwashesitant．Hecouldn’tsayhejustdreamedit;sohesaid， "IjustnowrealizedtheyweredrivinginthedireofthebridgefreewayentrahecartheftreallyhadnothingtodowithDimitri．Whenallformalitieshadbeehrough，thepolibacktothegasstationwherehewasfiredthenandthere． Dimitriapologizedprofuselytotheownerforthetroublehehadcausedahegasstation．Beingfiredonhisfirstdayofworkdepressedhim．"Thissocietyisastrangemorymybesttotoitandjoinitsranks，buthoweverhardItry，Iamalushedout．MaybeI’mjustamisfit.”HemusedthatMrs.Kaffeeseemedvaguelyfamiliarthoughhecouldn’tforthelifeofhimrecallwherehehadseenherbefore．Theremusthavebeensomereasonforhertopilikeshedid．Hewanderedaroundaimlesslylikeheusedto，andhisfootstepstookhiminvoluntarilyonhisusualpathtowardsLakeMerritt．Hesawyoungpeoplesittingonthebenchesenjoyinghamburgersandsoftdrinks，talkingandughinganimatedly．Therewerealsomanyfashionableandwell-dressedpeopleinbusinesssuitsstrollingaround，obviouslyontheirlunchbreak．"Oh，it’salreadynoohoughtDimitri．Whehesepeople，hefeltasenseofinferiorityingoverhim，envyiheirenergyandpurposeithehought，"Why’tIenjoylifethewayIwantto?Whyshouldeveryonebealike?"Heshruggedabetter． 1 Hegottothepierandsatonhisusualbench，thinkingoftheeventsofthepastfewdays．AftermovinginwithMarianna，shemadehimwash,shave，cuthishairandboughthimnewclothes．Hewasnotatallusedtoallthisfussalikeanewmabedwassuovelexperiehefoundithardtogotosleep．Itwasastormynight.Thewindandrainwereragingoutside，butallwasquietandsereneihebedroom，onlyMarianna’ssurbreathingcouldbeheardinthesweetdarkness．Hefeltthattheroomwasasolitaryboatdriftingonastormyseaandapicturehehadseeninhisyouthcamevividlytomind．Itictureofaofyoungbirdssleepingsoundlyamidwindandrainanditssimiritieswithhispresentstatestruckhim．Hecouldn’tfetthefactthatifheweren’there，hewouldbeseekinghaveniorm．Thatdriftinglifestylewasbleak，drearyandsometimesfraughtwithdanger，butithadadesotebeautyandasenseofadvebeedtohiscarefreespirit． Suddenly，Dimitriwasstartledfromhisreveriebytwosofthandschiseyes．Helookedbadfoundthesmilingfaariannalookingdownonhim． "S