Perhaps he was right too that the Cypriots would end up being hurt by the armed struggle that the Church was dragging them into. And his marriage with Jenny was not just a simple partnership of interests. It was as clear as day that his father was in love with her. How could he not be? Dimitri remembered with a smile how she had outmanoeuvred them all at the Police Headquarters at Paphos Gate. There was a great deal to admire in her. He didn’t know which to admire most: the beauty? The stylishness? The intelligence? The social ease? Dimitri felt proud by association that such a gifted woman was in love with his father. And she was undoubtedly in love. He remembered how anxious she had been when his father had gone to Skouriotissa after the attack on the English engineer at Amiantos.
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