'Ah, your wife isn't coming then?'
'I'm not married. I've always paid a lady to do these things. Do you think Mrs…?'
A popping sound announced the coffee was ready. Esther poured the thick liquid into two small cups. She turned to the oven. Donning large, well-used, slightly burned, oven gloves she removed the tray of biskwits and placed them on a cooling tray.
'These are too hot to eat. Don't look disappointed. I have some from the other day.'
She took a tin from a shelf, removed the lid and placed it in front of Kenneth. Sitting down opposite him Esther pushed one of the coffee cups towards him.
'Help yourself to milk, sugar and the biskwits. Her name is Mrs Xanthopoulos but you had better call her Mrs Eleni. That would be polite. I will ask but am sure she will say ok because she i
