42Nick awoke the next morning from a disturbing sleep, wondering where he was, until he saw Zoitsa sipping tea with Panorea. They were sitting silently, Zoitsa having finally given up on penetrating her great-aunt’s memory bank. The plan for the day was for Nick and Zoitsa to visit the cemetery, then take a walk with Stahoulis to the vineyard and assess the condition of the house.
At the cemetery, the two stood in front of Maria Christina’s grave, laden with flowers, still not able to fully comprehend that the Maria Christina Triantafyllou they had lived with was the same one whom everyone had been mourning and praising. Inside the ossuary, Nick showed Zoitsa where her father’s bones were stored on a lower shelf among a dozen other shelves in rows, like stacks in a library. It was a simpl
