Esther seemed preoccupied, as she had been when he was living in Karen, and she was fretting whatever she had to fret about here. She was still working for Balvan on his renovation projects, she said, because she had no reason not to. She’d leave early in the mornings, and Harry would have his days to himself. He adopted a habit of arising with her early, just after dawn. As she was leaving, he’d have his first cup of coffee as he sat and watched from the balcony as the sun rose over the ocean. Then he’d walk a half-mile to Kokko’s coffee shop, where he’d indulge himself in a full breakfast while enormously enjoying chatting up the staff. Then he’d walk across the street to the open-air fresh-vegetable stalls near the supermarket, and he’d shop for the ingredients of today’s dinner, which
