Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第593/1399页)

wererushingthroughherbrainsinanunstoppableflowandthatherwriter’sblockofthepastyearwasover.Butafterawhilehissmilevanishedasherealizedhewasfeelinganinexplicablenervoustensionthesourceofwhichhecouldnotfathom.PerhapsitwasbecausehewasworriedaboutthetwolittlepeopleVioandMr.Finger,wwheretheywere…Justthentheringingofthecellphoartledthemboth.Whocouldbecallingthisteinthenight?Charinatookouthercellphoneandasked,

    “Hello,whoisthis?”

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    “Sorryfordisturbingyouthisteinthenight”saidaman’svoiceattheotherend.“ThisisRichard.IsDimitrithere?Ihaveamessagethatmustbegiventohim.”

    “Ofcourse.Holdonaminuteplease.”Sayingso,shehandedhercellphooDimitri.

    “Whatisit,Richard?It’sveryte.Hassomethingimpo