CHAPTER FOUR
Evangelina needed to get on with her day, but she was unable to extract herself from the window. There was little movement in the garden now that her husband was totally immersed. As she had sat opposite him at the table, words that had tried to form for three years were decongested with sips of ouzo. The memory of what happened that night clung to itself in a viscous knot.
Her son’s wedding had been a gift from God. When Nikolas had come home with that English woman whom he planned to marry, she had been stricken with grief. The girl was arrogant and was obviously not interested in learning her future husband’s language. Evangelina was convinced that she looked down on the family and could not wait to take Nikolas back to Athens. Gone were the dreams of grandchildren who wo
