13The night Yiannis returned, Maria Christina had a dream that greatly troubled her. She saw Matoula lying in her coffin on the dining table in the winter room, Yiannis standing over her weeping. After a moment, he turned to Maria Christina, who was standing near him, and he put his arms around her and pressed her to him. In his anguish he showered her with hungry kisses. Closing her eyes she completely surrendered to him as he swooped her up and carried her to his bed. She had never imagined such bliss. When she opened her eyes to see him clearly for the first time, she could only see an infinite number of pinpoints of light against a backdrop of the darkest eggplant. And then the pinpoints of light disappeared and there was only black. She was blind. And for a long moment, as Yiannis con
