Book3:WereMyDreamIs

nedwide,expressionfearfundagitated,shebeganreadientsoftheletterandeveryone’shearttighteoo.Butasshereadon,herexpressiongraduallycalmeddown,untiltowardstheendherlipscurvedinaslightsmile.Itwasonlythenthateveryone’shearteasedandtheybreathedasighofrelief.AishathenpassedtheletterstoMegginnandSamanthaandaskedthemtoreadthemtoo.HervoitledassheturoAngelidasked,

    “youtellmewhatthisisalbout?”

    “Youwanttoknowwhatthisisalbout?”repeatedAngelicawithagrimace.“I’mafraidI’tmakeheadortailsaboutiteither.Ithinkwehadbetteraskourauthoressheretotellusherstoryfrombeginningtoend.”

    YoungDornawasfastasleep.Shewasreallytootired.Thenightbefore,sheswaminthepoolmostofthenightbeforeshandgoingtobed.Shewasmakihewe