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I knew nothing of Sydney’s restaurant scene, and when we were seated, I met Gerard for the first time and he was not the sort of person I expected. I was aware he was of Greek extraction, although there was no trace of an accent; he was pudgy, rather than being overweight. Add a pasty face, slicked down hair, gold rings and a watch, and one very sloppy handshake, and that was my sister’s boyfriend.
“The likeness between you and Alkina is amazing,” Gerard said.
Heather was something else; she had a shock of red hair, a vivacious smile, and an easy yet confident manner. My sister had been so full of Heather’s doings on the drive down that when we met, I would never have guessed at her profession. She was a few years older, and may have been a former top model. Alkina had said she had a
