Book3:WereMyDreamIs

astesbythechef.Stillfeelingtheeffectsoftheirhaheywentbacktotheirroomsandtookanice,cozyandfortablenap.Itwasalreadyafternooheywokeup.Emmanuelworehisnewlyacquiredclothes,agreysuit,andwhiteshirtleavinghiscolropenwithoutatie.Hesatonthesofa,litupaHavanacigarandpuffedaway,imitatingtheairofabigshotlikehisfriend,Mr.Kaffee.Salinawasinthebedronallhernewclothesonebyone.Sherememberedthatyoungwomaninthemini-skirtshowingoffherbeautifulshapelylonglegs,ithMr.Wolfestnight.Salinawaspetitivebynatureandinallyinteowearamini-skirttoshowoffherbeautifullegstoo,butsomehowshewasfeelingdespoandnotinthemoodforpetition.Intheend,shechoseawhite,sleeveless,linendresswithsmallpurpleflowersdottingthehemandwalkedoutofthebedroo