5
Day was not known for being a morning person, and today was no exception. He reached out of bed for his phone to check the time. He had slept in. His room was fragrant with the fresh island air because he had left the window open rather than use the air conditioning. The Cyclades were cooler than the mainland, and since October had now brought autumn to Naxos, the oppressive heat of high summer had eased.
He swung his legs out of bed and went for his shower, turning on the iron which stood ready on the ironing board. Only two clean shirts left, he really must make an effort with his laundry. Tomorrow, maybe.
He turned his face into the trickle of warm water from the shower and began to feel more awake. With his eyes shut he smiled at the memory of Deppi Kiloziglou, taking an almost in
