Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ofabandonedbrokendownfurniturecoveredwiththickcoatofdust.Infact,dustballscoveredthewholeareaanddensecobwebshungdownonthefourersofthewall.What’sstartlingwasthatinthemidstofthisdesotese,twotinyhumanvoices,amaleandafemale,wereheard.Theyseemedtobetalking,ormorepreciselytheywerequarreling.Ashafthtmoonlightcamethroughthebrokentransomwindowandshoneonaerofthewarehousewhichwasmucherthaofthepce.Thefloorhadbeeandcoveredwithalyfoldedbhfreshflowerpetalsstrewnalloverit.Uhemoonlighttwolittlepeopleweretalking.Thefemaletweakedthemale’searscoldinghimsaying, “Iaskedyoutoapahismundaneworldnotforyoutopyaroundandrunwild.Wearehereonseriousbusiness!Lookwhatyouhavedone!Youhavebeenbreakingintohouses,tryingtorape