By means of a long digression, the conversation seemed to have come back to where it had started: Sarah’s credo. Dimitri now approached the question a little better prepared. He was finally in a position to work out why Sarah had looked so much like a Cypriot village girl the day before. The figure in a headscarf and plain print frock was truly a village girl, also from an island which suffered equally from foreign occupation and civil hatred.
Dimitri impulsively held out his hand to Sarah in a youthful gesture and said to her: “Forgive me for speaking unkindly to you, and thank you for the honesty and trust you have shown me.”
The young woman took the proffered hand and led her friend to a wicker armchair on the veranda.
“We will continue the discussion, but first let us drink somethin
