17
Separation
Thessaloniki, March 1978
They were lying in bed after having s*x. This was already his second cigarette. Nefeli was curled up facing him, her head cradled on the crease between his chest and his armpit. At this moment she resembled a kitten in need of protection, Dinos thought. s*x had always been earth-shattering with her, the ultimate bond between them. They just fitted with each other. They knew what each other’s body wanted.
He had not withdrawn in time, yet again. He really ought to stop doing that. He must get a grip of himself. But the ecstasy of the moment, her response to him, the way she orgasmed, always seeming totally abandoned in whatever was going on in her body, it always made him let go of any self-discipline. Two abortions already in the space of the six
