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Helen, looking and feeling wonderful after a long siesta and shower, joined Day on the balcony. He had already poured a small glass of red wine for each of them. It was seven o’clock, and the sunset was under an hour away. The light in the valley was already rich with the promise of the deep orange that would soon fill the horizon.
Day turned to greet her. “My God, it’s an imposter!” he said, unable to contain his admiration.
Helen laughed. “I thought I’d put in a bit of effort tonight. And not just for our friend Thanasis! I did seven hours of good work and had a terrific nap, the first since I went back to London. Anyway, it’s only a bit of make-up. You wouldn’t know about these things, Martin.”
“Indeed not, dear friend. So, I propose a toast. Not only to your successful day of cr
