25Maria Christina flew through the next few weeks, a whirlwind of infectious energy, laughing easily, sharing gossip with Lena, approaching even the most difficult task as if she were playing. She had lost all sense of guilt and decided Matoula would certainly approve, since it involved Yiannis’ happiness. In fact, one might have sworn Matoula’s spirit had even entered her body. Before a month had passed, Yiannis arranged to meet Maria Christina at the kalivi where they had first treated the English flier. She arrived hours early and built a roaring fire which warmed the small room. She laid out their supper and filled a bucket with snow to melt by the fire for their water supply. The rush of joy when she first heard him kick the snow from his feet, the look on his face when he first saw h
