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Day was washing up their morning coffee cups. “We need to get petrol today. Shall we go on to the Elias house afterwards and take a quick look?” he called from the kitchen. “I haven’t managed to get hold of the custodian yet, but we can arrive like tourists and take a look around. The museum opened to the public on the first of May, apparently. Maybe we could get a coffee somewhere before heading back.”
Day didn’t eat breakfast, nor did he usually bother with lunch when he was on his own. Helen, who quite liked meals, sometimes pretended not to want breakfast when she was in Greece with Day. It soon became her normal routine. When she heard the plan for the morning, she resigned herself to the thought that a second coffee would have to do, and she might even order a pastry.
They drove
