Chapter Seven
“So,” Niko smiling. “You came back!”
“Yes,” I said. His mother had let me in. She was a thin, wrinkled woman in dark clothes who looked care worn, but was probably not as old as she appeared.
“It’s nice. I didn’t think I’d see you again.” He smiled and held me in his arms. We were back in his room, the door closed. His mother knocked on the door and he let go of me. She poked her face in and asked us if we wanted supper. Niko smiled and said yes. “I told you she was cool,” he said after she left.
“I’m glad you were home,” I told him. “And you could see me.”
“What’s this ‘see you’? You think I got some big social life? Besides, you’re what we Greeks call a filos, a friend.” He pushed his hand through my hair and looked at me. I liked the way he did that, naturally, very s
