daughters of the Brahmins when
Siddhartha passed through the city streets； with his radiant brow； with his impe…rial glance； with
his slender hips。？ Dan couldn？t help wanting to be Siddhartha； or at least be morelike him。
He wished he had someone he could discuss it with； especially since his attempt to chat about it
with Vanessa had ended so badly。
A tap on his shoulder interrupted his reverie。 He opened his eyes。
？Dan？？ Bree stood before him like a fit； blond daughter of a Brahmin； admiring him in all his
Siddharthaness。
Who says wishes don？t e true？
？Hi。？ He stood quickly。 Bree was wearing a form…fitting green tank top and white spandex shorts。
Her blond hair was in two tidy pigtails and her skin had a bold； healthy glow。
？Are you smoking？？ she demanded； aghast。
？Uh； no。？ Dan dropped the lit cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out quickly。 ？I was holding it
for this guy Steve。 He had to run back inside。？
Nice play； Shakespeare。
？Whew；？ she exhaled； fanning the air with her hands。 ？Smoking is just terrible for you。？
？Oh； I know；