Hegottothepierandsatonhisusualbench，thinkingoftheeventsofthepastfewdays．AftermovinginwithMarianna，shemadehimwash,shave，cuthishairandboughthimnewclothes．Hewasnotatallusedtoallthisfussalikeanewmabedwassuovelexperiehefoundithardtogotosleep．Itwasastormynight.Thewindandrainwereragingoutside，butallwasquietandsereneihebedroom，onlyMarianna’ssurbreathingcouldbeheardinthesweetdarkness．Hefeltthattheroomwasasolitaryboatdriftingonastormyseaandapicturehehadseeninhisyouthcamevividlytomind．Itictureofaofyoungbirdssleepingsoundlyamidwindandrainanditssimiritieswithhispresentstatestruckhim．Hecouldn’tfetthefactthatifheweren’there，hewouldbeseekinghaveniorm．Thatdriftinglifestylewasbleak，drearyandsometimesfraughtwithdanger，butithadadesotebeautyandasenseofadvebeedtohiscarefreespirit．
Suddenly，Dimitriwasstartledfromhisreveriebytwosofthandschiseyes．Helookedbadfoundthesmilingfaariannalookingdownonhim．
"SorryIwasfiredonmyfirstdayofwork.”
"Iknow．Iwenttothegasstationtyouyourlunch.Don’tworryaboutit．It’sOK．You’llfindsomethingelse.”
Shesatdownonthebendtheychattedtogether．Therewasaninnateserenityintheirretionshipthatenvelopedthemintheirowworld，obliviousoftheirsurroundings．Thebusytraffic，thefroligchildrerollingcrowdjustdidforthem．Theoodup，handedhimhislunch-bagandsaid，
"Gottogonow．Goonhomewhenyouaretiredandtakearest．You’vebeenthroughalotwiththepolicetoday.”
"Thankyou,Marianna”Dimitrismiled,tookthepaperbagandwalkedaway．
Mariaslowlytowardsherrestaurant，thinking，"Dimitriisastrangemanwithauniquepersonality．Helivespletelyinafancifulworldofhisown，iasachild．totallyinpatiblewiththerealworld，uosurviveitspetitionsanditswiles．Hisfrank，trustingandnaiveeyesareasharptrasttohisweather-beatehatisso,whyforcehimtoadapttoaworldwhereheistotallyoutofpce?Whyhimgohisoay?Lethimstayatmypdtakecareofthehouseandgarden．Idon’tknowwhatdrawsmetohim，butIlikehim.Icareforhiswelfareandhaveaake．Theremustbesomethingpre-destinedinourretionship．Butsowhat？Whyshouldn’tIlikehimandcareforhim?Whymusttherebeareason?"Butthehoughtsturhelettershereceivedthatm．Itwasfromherhusbandandtheir8-year-oldson，tellihattheyhadfinallygottentheirimmigrationpapersandwouldsoonbejoiningher．Herhusbaheraphotographofhimselfandtheirson，andtheboyproudlywrotetoherinEnglish．Whentheyarrive，shewouldiablyhavetoleaveDimitriandprovideahomeforherhusbandandson．Butthatwouldnotbeforsometimeyet．"I’llcrossthatbridgewhenIetoit,”shedecided．
JustthehoughtswereinterruptedbyawhiteRollsRoycescreegtoahaltbesideher．Avoicecameairily，
"Hi，Marianna！Doyoustillrememberme?"
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