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The scent of things to come
Thessaloniki, June 1983
Leonora was walking swiftly towards the school keeping her head down, engrossed in her thoughts. She must not be seen by her daughter, not before it was time to pick her up anyway. How would she account for picking her up from school, something she had not done for years, out of the blue, just like that? She finished work early, she could say, and she wanted to see whether Eleni fancied taking her to town for a true kasseri toastie and freshly brewed coffee ice cream in Aristotelous Square. These were Eleni’s favourite treats, which she adored matching up with the glimmering view of the nearby open sea. Eleni always loved an enticing view to enjoy her food with, and Leonora could not blame her. She only wished her own life allowed fo
