Book3:WereMyDreamIs

theterbythedoorandcalledout,“Abottleofgoodwhiskey.”Thewomanarentlyhostess/ownersooncameoverwiththewhiskeyandabucketofice.

    “Wantsomeice?”EmmanueskedSalina.

    “I’lldrinkthewayyoudo”sheanswered.“Whatdoyoumeanbywantingsomeice?Idon’tuand.”

    “Inormallydrinkmiraight,butsomepeoplepreferaddiodilutetheirdrinks.Theythinkit’smorefvorfulthatway.It’stoeachhisown.Whataboutyou?Whichwaywouldyoutakeit?”

    “I’lltakeitdiluted.Givemesomeice.”Emmanuelpouredoutsomewhiskeyintssandaddedsomeicesaying,

    “Ilikemiraightwithoutaddinganythingtoit.Whydiluteaperfectlygooddrinkwithice?”Hepouredhimselfafullgssofwhiskeyandtulp.“Youknow,whenmyfriendsandIdrinktogether,theywouldpssofliquorandputmeihegss.Iwoulds