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9The air in Filoti that evening was fresh and cool, the brief but determined downpour having left the central hills of Naxos well watered and ready for a new burst of spring flowers. The dust on the road had been washed away and the pavement gleamed, reflecting in its glassy surface the dying light of the sky. Day and Helen walked towards the centre of the village past the hardware shop that sold everything from coffee pots to goat bells, and the greengrocer where only a few crushed leaves remained of the pavement display.
Day was deep in thought. Helen assumed he was thinking about Ophelia and her challenge, but she would have been surprised to learn that he was thinking of the many occasions when he and Helen had walked to Thanasis’s taverna before the change in their relationship, a
