CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
That week I boarded a plane to Greece. It was strange going there alone; I had always visited with James and the boys in the past. It was only in the last couple of years that we had started to go on our own.
I checked into our usual hotel. Everyone was pleased to see me but were naturally asking where James was. I didn’t want to have to explain to them, so I just said he was back home working.
The next day, I woke early and opened the patio doors to the balcony. Although it felt strange being there alone, it felt good to be back. I looked out, and as the sea rushed onto the shore, I felt like I was home.
After breakfast I picked up my book, or should I say Susan’s book, and found myself a sunbed. Reading it reminded me of Tom. Sal was right, he was somewhat like Mr
