CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The weeping stopped as Josef approached. The stoa above shadowed the woman on the seat though there was enough moonlight to pick out the pink of her dress.
‘Are you all right?’ he said raising his voice over the music from the hall and approaching with slow, hesitant steps, conscious that he was intruding on a very personal moment.
The woman was silent, and Josef thought to turn away. There was a break in the music, and he heard her voice, soft and plaintive. ‘Who is that?’
‘It’s Josef…Josef Zabat.’
‘Josef?’ Whoever she was she seemed to know him, and Josef strained to think of a woman in a pink dress. Delfinia’s cousin Toula came to mind, but this voice belonged to an older woman. He approached more confidently and, in the light was just able to make out the face of
