“I have the best job on Naxos,” smiled Xanthe, shaking hands. “Hello Kyrie Edward, how are you? You look extremely well.”
“I’m very well, thank you, Xanthe, and you, as always, look radiant.”
“We’re about to have coffee on the terrace, Xanthe, can you join us?” asked Konstantinos.
“I’m sorry, not at the moment, Konstantine. I’m in the middle of the monthly account and I’ll lose my place.”
“I’ll ask Fotis to bring your coffee in here, then. Many thanks!”
Outside, Dali was waiting in the sunshine, panting eagerly, watching their movements and pushing a small marble pebble towards them with his nose.
“Dali likes people to kick his stone for him,” explained Edward. “Just gently. He likes to play ‘fetch’ with it. Very appropriate for a marble artist’s dog, don’t you agree?”
The coffee wa
