Book1:TeDream-Maker

hichseemedtobesingingandswayinginchorus．Mrs.Loveopehefrontdoorandcalledout，

    "Dimitri!Dimitri!eonioftherain.You’reallwet．Doyouwanttocatchcold?"Dimitrilookedupatthedarkenedskiesandprain．Theraindropswhichhithisfacehardandchthimbacktoreality．Hefelthisclothesgingtohisbody,wetandunfortable．Butwheeppedintothehouse,themirageofhisdreamscameiherwithhim．

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    "Don’tyouknowit’sraining,Dimitri?"

    "Itwasn’traininginmyKingdomofDreams.”

    "Wherewereyou?"

    "Eh...Iwastoobusytratingonthepruningtonoticetherain，Iguess.”Mrs．LoveknewDimitriwasinhisetricmoodagain,immersedinhisdaydreams,soshesaidmildly,

    "Anyway,you’dbettergetoutofthosewetclothesandtakeashower,orelseyou’llreallycatchacold.”

    "Yes，ma’am,"saidDimitridocilelyandfollowedherintothebathroom．"Idon’treallymindcatgcold.”hethoughtasherememberedhisboyishpranks．Hewouldholdhotwaterinhismouthandruntowardstheschoolic．Atthedoor,hewouldspititoutandgototheyoungnurse,piningofabadheadache．Theakinghistemperatureandthinkinghehadahighfever,wouldbeexceptionallytenderandkindtohirs.Lovelikedtowearcasualclotheswhenshewasathome,soshewasinasuitofredsandwhiteslippers．

    "LeaveyourwetclothesihroomandI’llwashthemforyou.”

    "No,Mrs.Love，I’tletyoudothat．I’llwashthemmyself.”

    "It’sokDimitri，youdon’tknowtheetricitiesofmywasheranddryerasIdo．Putonthekimonowhenyou’rethrough.”

    "Thankyou,ma’am.”

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    AsDimitrishoweredandtheredhiswholebody,histhoughtsremainedonhiskindandsideratehostess．Hethoughttohimself,

    "Hersmileisgesomehowitdoesn’tquitereachhereyeswhicharesadandwistful．Sheissupassionatewoman．IfIcouldbegedtoamanthesizeofanindexfinger，I’dbewillingtomakemyhomeinthepocketsofhersants．Whenshebendsherclosedkositdown，I’dbeledinthenookofthewarmest,softestandmostprivatepartofherbodylikeginselinginthedeeprecessesofthemountains，partakingoftheessehesunandthemoon.”Butthen，hesppedhimself．Sudetfantasyrofanitytothewomanwhohadbeensokindtohim．Hefinishedhisshoutonthekimono．Asheturogo,thefshofhisrefleinthemirrorarrestedhisattention．Hehadn’tseenhimselfforalongtimeandhadalmostfottenwhathelookedlike．Hestoppedtoptehimself．Hestaredathisownrefleaasifitwasthatofastranger,notquitehimself．

    "ImustremembertoprojectmyimageintomybrainbeforeIbeeblind,”hethought．

    AsDimitriturheknobahebathroomdoor,hecamefacetofacewithMrs.Lovewhowasjustiofknog．Theysmiledateachotherailyexpihatshejustwaolethimknowdinnerwasalreadyoable．Dimitriwatchedasshepickedupthewetclothesonthefloorandputthemintothewashingmaeintheundryroomothebathroom．Theskirts,blousesandotherwomen’sapparelweresoakinginthewasherandDimitrifeltitwasanhonortohavehisclotheswashedtogetherwithhers．Sheledhimtothediningroomandsaid，

    "I’mosoIwon’tkeepyoupany.I’mgoingtotakeashowertoo．MakeyourselfathomeDimitri,andenjoyyourdi’sallforyou.”Sheturnedaupstairs．

    Dimitrilookedatthesumptuousfeastspreadbeforehimafamished.Theansofhiswholebodyweregouttohisbrainforreplenishment．Hisbrainandedhishandsaogetreadytoservehisfleshbody,whichwasatoolforepicureanenjoyment．Dimitrith