Chapter 13 • On Victoria street
The next day was Sunday. Dimitri got up early, washed as quietly as he could, put on his uniform and went down to the kitchen to prepare a makeshift breakfast. On no account did he want his father to see him going out thus “formally attired”, because he would guess that he had dressed up to meet Anne in church, and would only laugh at him. He was engrossed in watching over the coffee, which was starting to froth up in the briki, when he felt a hand touch him on the shoulder, and at the same time heard Phrossou, who had come into the kitchen without him noticing, saying:
“Why so early, Master Dimitri? Shame on you! On you for brewing coffee and on me for watching. Sit down, and I will bring it.”
Dimitri turned around and looked at her. The young woman had
