4
Day woke late the following day, his mind immediately full of the story of Artemis. Edward’s proposal for a series of programmes on Greek marble was very interesting, but Day found himself much more excited by the romantic tale he had heard in the warm darkness outside Thanasis’s taverna the night before.
He could hear his guest moving about already, probably in need of coffee, so he forced himself out of bed and into the shower. When he emerged from his room, Edward was already sitting on the balcony with a glass of water, smiling into the distance, watching the peaceful movement of the shadows as they slowly slid away in the face of the rising sun.
“Good morning, Martin. Another beautiful day in Paradise!”
“You’re too kind, Edward!” said Day quickly, always swift to pun on his name
