"Don’tyouknowit’sraining,Dimitri?"
"Itwasn’traininginmyKingdomofDreams.”
"Wherewereyou?"
"Eh...Iwastoobusytratingonthepruningtonoticetherain，Iguess.”Mrs．LoveknewDimitriwasinhisetricmoodagain,immersedinhisdaydreams,soshesaidmildly,
"Anyway,you’dbettergetoutofthosewetclothesandtakeashower,orelseyou’llreallycatchacold.”
"Yes，ma’am,"saidDimitridocilelyandfollowedherintothebathroom．"Idon’treallymindcatgcold.”hethoughtasherememberedhisboyishpranks．Hewouldholdhotwaterinhismouthandruntowardstheschoolic．Atthedoor,hewouldspititoutandgototheyoungnurse,piningofabadheadache．Theakinghistemperatureandthinkinghehadahighfever,wouldbeexceptionallytenderandkindtohirs.Lovelikedtowearcasualclotheswhenshewasathome,soshewasinasuitofredsandwhiteslippers．
"LeaveyourwetclothesihroomandI’llwashthemforyou.”
"No,Mrs.Love，I’tletyoudothat．I’llwashthemmyself.”
"It’sokDimitri，youdon’tknowtheetricitiesofmywasheranddryerasIdo．Putonthekimonowhenyou’rethrough.”
"Thankyou,ma’am.”
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