Chapter 7 • At church
The next day Dimitri woke up early, washed himself all over and put on his new uniform from the English School, with its trimmed jacket, and the school cap perched on his head. Before he closed the wardrobe, he cast a final glance at the grey cap from the Pancyprian, which lay unwanted on the shelf; he stood there for a few moments feeling nostalgic, then shut the door of the wardrobe decisively, and went down to have breakfast with his father.
“Who is all this beautifying for?” Mr Dorides asked, smiling. “Perhaps a romantic assignation?”
“No, I’m going to church.”
Mr Dorides, a confirmed anti-cleric, could not believe his ears.
“Fine, but what’s got into you, my boy? And why do you keep looking at your watch? Once the priests start their liturgy, they won’t stop
