“He is a Turk who our mother nursed for seven months in our house when he was sick, and the lady is his mother who has come to thank her!” said my brother laughing at my great surprise.
“A Turk our mother nursed for seven month when he was sick! And since when has our mother been a nurse to Turks?” I asked frowning with indignation.
I must note that Michaílos used to joke on the weaknesses of our mother; not only gladly, but without grumbling, he eagerly paid for them out of his own pocket. Nothing pleased him more than to imitate our mother, acting under the influence of some weakness whose elements were distorted to make them more humorous in his own, completely individual way. The tolerance of the good mother, who laughed as well when she heard him, rooted in him this rather bad habit
