Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第209/327页)

ogsensations,butoraryrevealedtypicallyfemiimentssuchastenderness,elegandrefi.Hermodeofwritinghadges,whichmeantthatherwayofthinkinghadgedaswell.FormerlyintheKingdomofDreams,AishawastheQueenoftherealm,belovedbyallhersubjeowbathemundaneworld,sherevertedbacktothestatusofaoncitizen,butstillkeptintactwithalltheyoungerbeautiesofthekingdoheyalwayssultedherwhenfrohproblemsorunhappinessandAisha’sadvicewasalwaystreasured.Aishaalwayssetasidesometimefromherstudiesandresearchtospendwiththebeauties,takingseriouslyhermotherlike positionastheirfriend,sisterandfidant.Shespeimeonattendingventionsandrefusedallopportuogoabroad.ThatdayshehadmadeanappoiohavebreakfastwithAngelicasotheycouldhaveaabouthowthebeautifulpoetesswasdoing.Aishalookedattheclothewall.Itwaseighto’clocksharp.Thedoorbellrang.AishakmustbeAngelicawhowasalunctual.Shestooduptoopenthedoor,neverimaginingthatoutsidethedoortherewasastrahAngelica,ayoungwomanshehadbefore,holdingacleverlittledog,Maureenonaleash.

    Abrandnewimposinglookingbcklimousinedroveslowlyuptothegasstationandcametoastop.Nooneknewwhichbigshothadarrived.Thepersonwhopushedopenthecardoorandsteppedoutwasnotaliveriedchauffeur,butasvelteyoungwomanwithaigfigure.Shewasdressedforthesummerinaminiskirtandatanktop,exudingthevigorandvitalityofyouthandthesophisticationofthecitydweller.Shestoodbeforethegaspumplookingabitperplexedasshehadn’thadtodriveherselfforquiteawhilenottomentiongasupthecarbyherself.Shewassurprisedthatshehadfottenhowtodosuchasimpleandfamiliartaskandwasn’tsurewheretobeginnow.Perhapsitwasbecausethesestfewdaysherheartwasbesetwithplexandinprehensiblesesmakingherfeeltense,uneasyandfearful.Shelookedupatthewideexpanseofblueskiesaboveherhead,asifonlyitableofcalmiroubledspiritsahermindtorememberiepsoaddgastohercar.Takingacreditcardfromherhandbag,shepusheditintotheslotbesidetheputersandtypedinherzipcodeandpocketedthecreditcardwhenitslidout.Thentakingthelonggaspipenozzleinherhandshewalkedtoherdwasaghastthatshecouldn’tfindwheresheposedtoplugitinto.ThelimousinewasboughtexpresslyfinnbyMr.KaffeewhensheasdedtothethroneofCEOofWorldBank.Thelimousinewasforherownprivateuseandcamewithitsownchauffeurtodriveheraround.Afterall,thecarwasnotonlyameansofveyaalsoastatussymboswell.Therefginnneverhadtodriveherselfaainlydidnothavetogetgasforit.Shewalkedaroundiingthedatstfoundanopeningontherightsidejustbeforethefrontdoor.Sheuncappeditquicklyandpluggedthegasnozzleintotheholeagasflowintothetank.Thehecaptightlyonandrepcedthegaspipeonitshanger.Shetoreoutherreceiptfromthemaeandwalkedtothedriver’ssideofthelimousiintothecar,steppedonthegasanddroveslowlyoutofthegasstatiohewideexpanseofclearblueskies.

    Megginndroveonhandsclutgthesteeringwheel,eyesontheroadstraightaheadandfootsometimessteppingontheaccelerator,thhlyenjoyingtheexhiratingexuberanceofspeed.Thelimousineperformedspectacurly,maintainingasmoothandevenbahroughout.EverynowandthenMegginnwouldlookupattheblueskiesaboveasifafraiditwouldhavedisappearedwithoutherknowingit.Retlyshehadbeenexperiengsuchfeelingsofres