Cora dabbed at her tears with the corner of her scarf. “I believe so. I’ll take it.” She had not even bargained, the expected way to do business in Greece. Cora was great at knocking down prices, but she must have decided this vase was too precious to haggle over.
The old fellow stubbed his cigar on an ornate tray at the counter, probably worth thousands of pounds. “Of course, Κυρία. I will wrap it for you.”
With Damon clutching the vase, he and Cora zipped down the chairlift to the harbor and the quirky red and white boat named Hermione in time for the sunset cruise. They were going to be late for dinner, but that hardly mattered in Greece where eating and drinking went on into the wee hours.
“Sunset is the best time to travel by sea in the Greek Islands,” Cora said. “Look.” They were
