Chapter 32 - 2013
Lucy helped pappou carry the shopping bags from the trunk of the car into the house. She placed them on the kitchen counter, and pappou began to fill the fridge and store dry food in the cupboards.
“Oh, Lucy, can you take this to Michael’s room while I make us coffee?” he said, handing her one of the bags.
“Sure. That’s…”
“The second door on the left,” pappou said, filling the briki with water.
Lucy was aware that she was entering Michael’s room for the first time, a discreet suggestion of his cologne in the air. She left the shopping bag on the table, taking a peek into his private life. The room seemed too small for him, shelves filled to overflowing, stacks of boxes. But it was tidy and clean.
Her gaze came to rest on a wooden box under the bed. She did not know
