11
Never known as an early riser, Day was later than usual to appear in the kitchen the next morning. Helen was washing up their glasses from the night before, having already spent a couple of hours working on the outline of her new book. It was tempting to involve a Greek policeman and a handsome waiter called Vangelis.
Before setting off for Flerio, they drove into Filoti for coffee at the café almost opposite O Thanasis. Helen liked the cheerfulness of this place, Café Ta Xromata was its name, meaning Colours. Customers sat on brightly coloured sofas with turquoise cushions, and were given bright cups and plates. Day checked his emails on his phone, but no significant replies had come in. They drank their coffee in contented silence, watching the village street going about its normal
