Book3:WereMyDreamIs

dwalkedintotheshower.Salinawasheardtosay,

    “Tellmethetruth.Doyoureallyknowhowtodrive?Yousaidyouknewhowtogamble,butyoulostyourshirt.Itwouldbeacatastropheifyoudon’tknowhowtodriveandwegoforaspinfullspeedontheroad.”

    “Trustme”repliedMr.Fihesteamyshowerstall.“MydrivingskillsareathousandtimesbetterthanRichard.I’llshowyou.ButIhavefottenhowtoturnonthosehuge,brightheadlights.”

    TheskirthemofSalina’swhitesleevelessdressdottedwithpurpleflowersswayedinthespringbreeze.Shelookedverygraddistinguishedinhernewdress,whichwasuniquelydhand-made,butitcouldnothidetheexoticismofhernaturalbeautyandallure.SheandEmmarolledleisurelyhandinhandonthesidewalks.Emmanuelwalkedantlywithhisheadheldhigh,holdingonto