Kenneth's appearance in his somewhat, for the island, strange attire caused some laughter. Many of the assembled populous waved.
'It's the ninth. The name day of Nektarios. Special service.'
Not waiting to see who had shouted Kenneth quickly withdrew from the balcony. He decided to have an early breakfast and then… What would he do? He had no specific plans. Writing? Reading? A walk? Sitting? The island seemed to be dictating his life. Leading him on. Leading him on to where?
On his way to the kitchen he noticed a small, white envelope had been pushed under the front door. The envelope itself was blank but the note inside, written in a neat roundhand, caused a stirring in Kenneth.
'If free, meet me 17th at Roumani's, 11am. K.'
If free! Kenneth didn't know what he was doing after break
