FIFTEEN
The dawn arrived at Athens on soft little winds accompanied by a few high clouds that turned the sky a delicate peach, long fingers of which stretched across the sky until they touched the retreating navy of night.
And a whole lot of screaming.
Fortunately, we missed most of it, although occasionally we could hear Harry from where we sat in the maternity waiting room. She definitely had some inventive things to say while she worked out her frustration over the labor being too far along for her to have an epidural.
I stood outside the hospital, yawning and stretching, wondering if the last eighteen hours had really happened.
“Did I imagine it, or did we get married yesterday?” I asked Dmitri, whose jaw was faintly black with whiskers, dark smudges under his eyes making it clear
