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13“Good morning, darling,” he whispered. Helen opened her eyes and looked at him sleepily.
“Good morning. Have we slept in?”
“I expect so. I love you.”
“Mmm. Me too. Are you all right?”
He said nothing. She was right to tease him, he was not usually so direct in expressing his feelings, but after his reflections of last night he felt a kind of liberation, or empowerment, such as he could not remember ever feeling before. He decided there was no great need to talk about it, and no great need to get out of bed either.
Two hours later they sat at one of the tables closest to the sea at Taverna Ta Votsala, the only customers currently requiring the coffee- making skills of Vasilios. He brought them a tray containing their usual drinks and a slice of Maroula’s cake for Helen, and leane
