20
“Morning!” said Day cheerfully on emerging from his room. He was showered, dressed and ready for the day ahead. The sun was barely visible above the hills, indicating that he was up far earlier than he normally entertained. Helen was having a cup of tea and a chunk of buttered crusty bread while answering her emails.
“Was it fun last night?” she asked without taking her eyes from the screen. “I went to bed early with my book but I heard you come in.”
“Angelika and Sofia, her mother, were lovely, and we sat on their roof terrace all evening. The Kastro is magical at night, as you know. Their house is large and old, and hung with paintings by Artemis and Sofia.”
“You must have been pleased to finally conclude what Edward started.”
“Mmm. Yes, I mean, I certainly did have that feeling.
