Book3:WereMyDreamIs

tstosita.Ifyouwanttosleep,gobae.”

    “OK,ifyouwomesleephere,I’lljustsitup”repliedEmmanuel,lookingdisdainfullyatthepoli.Hewasjusthavingawonderfuldreamandwasaobeawakened.”How’sthat?”

    “Ofcourse,ofcourse.Thatisyht.ButtherehavebeenquiteafewunfortunateactsaroundhereretlysoIwouldadviseyoutogobae.Itisnotsafehere.Youmightgethurt.”

    “That’smyownbusinessandhasnothingtodowithyou.Justsittinghereisnotagainstthew,isit?”

    “Arightthen,sit!”saidthepoliturningawayresignedlyandwalkedbacktohiscar.Hisfoothitaontheground,arustybrooise.“Don’tfettotakeyourtoywithyouwhenyouleave”headdedandgotintothecar.

    “Thatguybacktherereallylooksbad”saidthepolianwhowasinthedriver’sseatastheydroveaway.“Helookslik