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        Thehousetybutthehecoffeetabletoldhereverything.Itsaid,"Beholdthefowloftheair:theysownot,herdotheyreap;yetyourheavenlyfatherfeedththem"signed"Withlove,DimitriJaariannalookedfromthenoteinherhandtothediamerwithmixedfeelings.Shehadgainedavaluableringbuthadlostabelovedman.Hadshegainedorlost?Knowinghewouldbeonfootpushinghiscartbeforehim,sherushedoutaothepcessheknewhefrequented;buthewasobefound.Afterthatshelookedforhimdesperately,worriedthathewouldingwelndhadosleep,butfindingnotra,sheuoodthatDimitriwasavoidingheronpurpose.Hehadprobablygooanotherdistrict,awayfromhisusualroutes.Beingamaturewoman,sheuoodthewisdomofDimitri’sdecisionandbowedtotheiable.Gradually,shetrolledherfeelingsaaboutpreparingfortheingofherhusbandandson.

        ThemafterDimitri1eft,headlinenewsinthepapersreportedontheexplosionatseaofaluxuryyachtbelongingtoMr.Kaffee,presidentofWorldBank;butnotracesofthemanhadyetbeenfound.Itwentontosaythatthesubsequentpowerstrugglebetweentwofasofhislieutenantshadclimaxedinagunfightinwhichthirtypeoplehadbeenkilledorwounded.AmongstthedeadwasMr.Kaffeeswife,Ileen.

        Twomonthster,Dimitri’ssolitaryfigureappearedoncemoreathisfavoritehaunt-LakeMerritt.ItwasabusySundayevening;theparkinglotwasfulndwholefamiliesofshopperswerehurryinghereandthere,stogupfortheingweek.Dimitriwasrummagingthroughthegarbage,hiscartfullofemptys.Heybecausethescouldberecycledforanickepiedhecouldlookforwardtoagoodmealtheday."Moneyiseverywhereifonlyyouwouldlookforit"hethought.Inthegarbagefrontebakery,hefoundabagofpartiallyeatendoughnutsandbuns."Whatawaste!"hethoughtashebitintohisdelicioustreat.Hefinishedoneandputtherestintohiscartforfutureenjoymentbeforetinuinghissearptys.Suddenlyhebecameawareofthepresenceofanotherperson.Apairofwomaindarkbrowoppedinfrontofhimandstoodstill.Dimitri’seyestraveledupwardsfromthoseshoestothefadsawMarianna,eyesmoist,standingtherelookingathim.

        "HowhaveyoubeenDimitri?”sheaskedchokingwithemotion."I’velookedeverywherebutcouldn’tfindanytraceofyou.Isthishowyouhavebeenliving?"Shelosttrolofhervoidwasalmostsobbing.Dimitriwasremorsefulforhavinghurther,butheonlyremainedsilent.Amiddle-agedmanandaboywerestandingbyaparkeddtheboywascalling

        "Mommy!Mommy!ehere.Iwonnagohome.”MariannalookedatDimitrisilentlyforanothermihenwalkedslowlyaway,furtivelywipinghereyes,repeatedlylookingbackasifloathingtogo.Dimitriwavedgood-byetoherandwatchedassherejoinedherfamily.

        "Pleasedon’tworryaboutme,Marianna"hemurmured."Imayappearpennilessandhomeless,buttheearthandtheskyallbelongtome.Iseempoor,butIamrichbeyondimagination.IamKingDimitri!"Asthecardroveaway,Mariannalookedbackathimoutofthewindow,eyesmoistwithtears.ShesawDimitristillstandingtherewavingatherwiththebrightredscarfsnuglyaroundhisneafsh,hisfigureseemedtovanishlikealonelywildbird,flyingacrosstheskiesiwilighttounknowinations.

        Chapter3Amalia

        Ah!gentlebreeze,disturbnotmysweetdreams.HowdidIgrowold?Iknownot.Wasitthesprihatblewmeold?EvenifIweretogrowoldthus,Imindnot.Letmegotodreamndamidtheflowers,thebirdsandthespringbreeze.Golden-hairedMaryesrunninghither,herlongtressesflyinginthebreeze,herbreastsslightlyswelling,hereyesbrightandmoistehegesinherbodyaremiraculous,likeadewyrosebudreadytoblossomintoared,redrose.MissSimpsonesby,punctuallyat3:30p.m.withher90-lbgolderieverSpeedy.Shetellsallwhowouldlistenthatofherthreeformerhusbands,nonewereasfaithfusSpeedy.HerfifthhusbandMarkwasamentallyretardedboy,tall,fatandobedient.Theirtwosilhouettescouldoftenbeseenintheraysofthesettingsun.OldEdwardalwayswalksbentlikeabow,hisheadonthelevelwithhisknee.Whenheseessomeoriesthtenupaendtobethemanheisn’t.Hewasobeseefewweeks.Somesayhehasdiedandgooheaven.Alllivingthingssooergoontheirgrave-boundway.Foes,knavesespasshtheages.HowdidIgrowold?Iknownot.Letmelieonthisbenthepark.Letthespringbreezeblowmeold.Letmyfleshbodydreamonamidthefragrantblossomsandthesingingbirds.Inthiswarm,cozyspringbreeze,manshouldremainforeveryoung.ButifIamtogrowoldthus,Idon’tthinkIwouldmindatall.

        Ah!Whyshouldn’tthefleshbodygrowold?Wearebutmortal,so’tisimpossibletotheerosionoftimebeimpregnable.Wearebutmortal,so‘tisquitenaturaltofindbeguilingcaressesirresistible.Sincewearemortal,we’remadeoffleshandblood.Howmanytimeswemakelove?36,000timesatthemost,I’vebeentold.More,ofcourse,ifyou’remadeofsteruff.Whyshouldn’tthefleshbodygrowold?Activeschoolchildrenjustoutofcss,run,jumpandpyonthegrass.Thereinmyskullfreshideasdance,imp-likeandpyful,justlookingforacemysweetdreamstoenhance.Dreamsaremylife,Ilovethemdear.Foradventure,loveandsatisfatheyhavenopeer.Butthewarmcozydaysarenotforever,that’sclear.PerhapsIshouldenjoythemwhilethey’rehere.WhenIdreamIwilldreamofAmalia-mymotherwhoseldomgavememuchear.YouleftmealonewhenIneededyoudear,butthenyouwereboundtoyourelectricchair.Withyou,youtookoldJaIfear.Areyouthere?IwonderasIlookatthesky.Orareyoudownbelow?Butwhereveryouare,Ifeelthetie.I’llsearmydreamshighandlow.

        Dimitriyawnedandsatupfromhisbench,stretgzily.Thetraffichadbeeheavier,thenumberofschoolchildrenintheparkhadincreased,bringingwiththemabuoyantnoisinesswhichmadesleepoutofthequestion.Dimitriwalkedslowlytowardsthekeandlookedatthewater,theskyandtheclouds.Iahechimingofchurchbellsannoungeveningvespersbroughtwithitafeelingofweariness,whieswiththecloseofday.Dimitrithought,"Imeanttotakeafortablenapuhewarmsunandspringbreeze,butinsteadIgavefreereintomythoughtsandwhiledthetimeaway.Ihaven’tcollectedanymaterialformydreamseither.Ohwell,let’sseewhatwilleintomydreamstonight."

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