Book3:WereMyDreamIs
oftheoldpastoratthesametimeasasoftknohisdoorwasheard.Hisassistantaarycameintotheroomsaying,“It’stimeforthesedwedding,sir.Thepartieshavemostlyarrivedsoit’stimeforyoutogoandpresideoverthisinal,uniqueandromanticceremony.”Theoldpastordidnotnoticethedeeplypregnantsmileonthefaceofhisassistantatthesewords.Hestoodup,straightenedhisclothesandwalkedoutofthevestryintothefrontofthechurch. Stuacrowdofgawkingonlookersbehindstrictlyenforcedpolicesecuritylines,Dimitriwasnotabletomoveastep.Thoughextremelyanxiousandimpatient,hewashelplesstodoanythingandcouldonlysendhisloyalservantsImaginationaivitytotheviityofthechurchtoseehowthingswere.Outofoldhabithesatdownoepsofabankbythesidewalk.Hedidnotnoticethatitw