Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “Nothankyou.Wewillnotbeback.”Thewomanhurriedlyopehedoorforthem,thankingthemfortheirbusinessandbidthemfarewell,bowiedlyastheywalkedoutontothestreet.

    Thefirstthingthatgreetedtheireyeswasawrinkledoldwomaniricwheelchair.ShewasMelissa,theowheantiqueshopthatalsotoldfortunes.SeeingEmmanuel,sheshouted,

    “Robber!Rivemebackmytortoise!It’smyantique.Whatmadeyouthinkyoucouldtakeitandjustleaveme10!Robber!Robber...”Hershoutingcausedseveralpedestrianstoturntheirheadsandstoptoseewhattheotionwasabout.Salinaimmediatelywenttoher,putsomethinginherpalmwhispering,”Shutup,doyouhearme?”Theoldenedherhandandsawahugesquarenakedrubyrgeasadicefshinginallitsbrill