Book3:WereMyDreamIs

llytossitothegroundandsoutwithhisfoot.Thenhepickedupthebuttandputitinhispocket.

    “Hey,olddog,”avoicebesidehimremarked,“Areyoutoostingytothrowawayyarettebutt?”

    “No,I’monlypigituptothrowintothegarbageter”repliedDimitri.Heknewfromthatvoicethatitwasoneofhishomelesspals,adirty,dipidatedbum.

    “Ifyouoffermeacigarette,Iwilltellyousomegoodnews.”

    “Whatgoodnews?”Takingoutacigarette,Dimitrigenerouslytossedittohisfriendandlighteditforhim.Themanpuffedgreedilyathiscigaretteandthensighedinsatisfa.

    “It’sbeenalongtimesinceI’vehadarealcigarette.”

    “Whatgoodnewsdoyouhave?Goontell,soIshareinit.”

    “Arey