“Why so late?” he asked Johnny. “Your family have already gone to church.”
“Don’t ask. I couldn’t begin to tell you”, answered Johnny, clearly still half asleep. “I got back to the hotel after three. Luckily no one noticed.”
“And what were you doing till then? Admiring the setting moon?” asked Dimitri ironically and with a touch of envy.
“You guessed it, Dimitri. The moon might have set, but I was gazing at Sarah’s twin moons, which rose just for me.”
Dimitri, dragged roughly from the enchanted world of poesie, grasped Johnny’s crude metaphor, and was momentarily floored. According to the strict rules of bourgeois Cypriot society at that time, such a relationship with girls of his class and social circle would be unthinkable. But he wasn’t sure whether the young Englishwomen he was mee
