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Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第9/327页)
hitee...” Catgontothefactthatshehadbeenswihemiddle-agedwomanshouted,“Liar!Liar!”PedestriansstoppedtowatchDavidrunningafterthedogwhilethewomantoldthemherstory.Davidrealizedthathisploytogetmoneybypretendingtobeblindhadbeenexposed,sohegaveupchasingMaureenandquicklyslippedawayinanotherdire. Maureencrossedseveralblockssafelyandmadeforthesideofthekewiththewhiteeinitsmouth.Whenhisfigureappearedattheerofthestreet,thechildrenandadultssurroundingDimitrisawhimingandcriedouthappily, “Hey,yourlittledogisingback!” “Look!Hehasyourwhiteeinhismouth!” “Gooddog.Gooddog.” “Heisreallysmart.” Dimitriwasveryhappy,butjustatthatmomentheheardthesuddenscreegoftiresandthepeoplearoundhimexcimedandshriekedinarm.Dimitri’sheartlurchedinfear,“Whatcouldhavehappened?Ihopeit’snotMaureehought.Althoughdogsarecolorblind,Maureenhadundergonespecialtrainingaelligentlittledoguoodthediffereweentraffials.Redmeantstopandgreego.Charinahadalsorepeatedlytaughthimso.Butthistimehewasinsuchahurrytogivethewhiteebacktohisnewfriend,thatheigheredlight.Justwheothemiddleoftheroad,asedancamedrivingupswiftly.Luckilyitbrakedjustintheniebeforeithitthedog.Maureenwasscaredoutofhiswitsandsatdownmelyinthemiddleoftheroad.Theangrydriverrolleddownhiswindowandwasabouttobsttheculpritwhoalmostcausedaterribleactwhenhiseyesrestedonacutelittlepuppysittinginthemiddleoftheroadwithawhiteeofablindmaninhismouth,hisexpressionscaredbutalsoengaginglypitifuant.Thedriver’sangervahesightandheaskedkindly,“Areyht,boy?”MaureennoddedandthedrivermadeasigntellingMaureentogofirst,andthendroveoffslowlyafterseeingthatithadcrossedthestreetsafely.ThepeoplesurroundingDimitricppedandwhistledandgaveMaureenahero’swele.HismistressCharinawasalsoback.Dimitristoopeddoickeduphiswhitee.Thistimehewasgoingtoholdontoittightlyashewouldnotbeabletowalkanywherewithoutit.MaureensawhismistressandjumpedintoCharina’sarmsandbegannudgingandligherface.“Ok.OK.Goodboy.Goodboy.Hey,stoplignoworyouwillmessupmymakeup!”SheputthedogdowntothegroundandwalkedwithDimitritowardsherdthethreeofthemdroveaway. Thehotsungraduallylostsomeofitsheatahsofcooircouldbefelt.ThemanwhoaskedaboutCharina’saddresssataloheshadeofatree,murmuring,“Emmanuel.Emmahat’snotabadnameshehasgivenme.”Hiseyeswereonadriedupdeadtreewithantsalloveritandthought,“Iwohatlittletreeisitchywithallthoseantscrawlingonit.”Thethoughtofitgigheitchofhisathletefeet.Heimmediatelytookoffhisshoesandsodrubbedthemoree,firsttherightfoot,thefoot;firstthebottomofhisfeetthenthefront.Alookofsatisfaappearedonhisfadthesly,ismilesoftenedhisfierdruthlessexpression.Hefoldedhisfeetintoayoga-likeposition,muchlikethatofthemonksduriation.Helikedthisposition,buthisheartrefusedtocalmdown.Hishandswerepyingwithadark,rustybrooise.Heturoverandsawonitsstomacharowofcharacterswhichlookedasiftheywereaesepictographs.Hedidnotuandanyofthosewordsbutjustlikedtheshapeofthetortoise.Itsheadandtaillookedaliveandinmotionwhileitsfsseemedtobeswimmingier.Hehadjustacquireditactallyearlierthatafternoon. 1 Hewasw
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