Book3:WereMyDreamIs

bckshoeshadholesonthesoles.Heworenosocks.HecouldonlybeKingDimitriwhomtheyhadnotseenforalongtime.Dimitritappedhiswayaheadwithhiswhitee,walkingslowlyaantly.LaverurnedherheadtowardsMarksittinginthefrontpewandthrewhimameaningfulghelookedbackatherinfusion,notuandingwhatshewantedhimtodo.Shehadtowalktohimandsay,

    “KingDimitriishere.Heisblindaknowhiswayaroundthischurch.PleasegoandhelphimtothealtarandwalkhimtowhereAishaisstanding,sotheweddinggoonwithoutfurtheri.Bequick.Goon…”MarkimmediatelygotupandhasteoDimitriwhowasmakinghiswayslowlyahead,saying

    “HeyDimitri.Howeyouaresote?DoyouknowwhoIam?IamMark.Doyoustillrememberme?Yourwomanhasbeenwaitingforyouforquiteawhilenow,howeyoujustarrived?You’rever