CHAPTER ELEVEN
Toula’s excitement about Basileus Katsaros had fuelled her own. As Delfi lay on the bed with her feet elevated, she studied the actor’s handwriting, hardly believing that he had written his address just for her.
When he had given it to her the first reaction had been disbelief then, as she served her tables, disappointment when she faced the fact of its impossibility—acting was nothing more than a daydream and being ‘discovered’ something that might happen to others, but not to her. She was a married woman now and the sooner she dispensed with stupid ideas the better she would be. Nikolas would never approve anyway and, if she should be successful, they would have to live in Athens, and she knew that he would not agree to that.
Delfi was in two minds about Athens. Its cos
