22It was just before dawn when Maria Christina knocked lightly on Lena’s window and only two minutes later when she was holding a cup of cracked wheat soup and sobbing by the hearth.
“I’m a wicked, wicked woman!”
Lena was certain she was finally confessing to killing the Italian soldier - something Yiannis had shared with her - and she had even begun defending Maria Christina for gutting the beast, when she realized she was confessing to something else entirely: Yiannis had asked her to marry him which meant he must be out of his mind and she must be to blame for always having desired him.
Lena leaned back and burst into a gale of laughter, then she jumped up and hugged Maria Christina from behind and kissed her cheeks and did a little dance around the room. “He loves you, you fool! Say
