Chapter Eight
Lord David Randolph Pierce, the son
Pierce and Sissy took their time in Greece. “Where do you want to go first?” David had asked her on the plane.
Sissy shrugged. Geography and mythology were not exactly her strong points.
This David knew. And appreciated. Of course. Still. “Hit the high points, then take off?” She agreed. Their plan. The big city of Athens held little interest for either. A city tour took them right past Lu’s Plaka home. It was just up the hill from the Winds of the Gods. Funny that. Sissy stopped right below the wisteria laden balconies. And looked up. Just as Lu had all those months back.
One day was enough. Then out to the islands. The islands. “Let’s see them all,” David suggested. There were thousands and the couple had the inclination. Pierce had
