CHAPTER THREE
We soon reached Maria’s shack (as she called it). It was lovely, with a small decked area that had a couple of sun loungers on it. A shell mobile hung from a canopy, which provided a shaded area that was perfect for this time of day.
Maria beckoned me into the room. “Take a seat.” I sat down on the wicker couch, which was well worn but cosy. The “shack” was well-named, with bare wooden floor boards and oak beams. Family photos were scattered here and there. I picked up a photo of a couple.
“My kids – Sofia and Christos.”
“Aww, they’re lovely.”
“Thank you! Sofia is at university in Athens and Christos is doing his military service.”
Maria poured me a chilled glass of white wine and proceeded to tell me about her life. She was married, but her husband worked away as a con
