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They arrived at Paralia Votsala just in time for Day’s appointment at the Elias house at eleven, so to his chagrin he had no time for a coffee at the taverna. Helen got out of the car at the T-junction and started to walk towards the taverna with her bag of art materials, and Day turned the Fiat in the other direction to negotiate the ruts in the road towards the white house.
Helen felt her spirits lift as she sat enjoying the quietness of the taverna and the steady blue water beyond. There was barely a breeze, so only the smallest ripple tickled the stoney beach. She could hear the sound of distant goat bells, and so quiet was it that she heard Day turn off the car engine and close his door at the other end of the bay.
She was the only customer at the taverna. Cushions in bright col
