CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Alicia Berenson’s Diary
AUGUST 2
It’s even hotter today. It’s hotter in London than in Athens, apparently. But at least Athens has a beach.
Paul called me today from Cambridge. I was surprised to hear his voice. We’ve not spoken in months. My first thought was Auntie Lydia must be dead—I’m not ashamed to say I felt a flicker of relief.
But that’s not why Paul was calling. In fact I’m still not sure why he did call me. He was pretty evasive. I kept waiting for him to get to the point, but he didn’t. He kept asking if I was okay, if Gabriel was okay, and muttered something about Lydia being the same as always.
“I’ll come for a visit,” I said. “I haven’t been for ages, I’ve been meaning to.”
The truth is, I have many complicated feelings around going home, and being
