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With some relief Day and Helen emerged into the street. It was around noon and seemed appallingly hot after the cool of the station. There were still plenty of people around as they entered the square, mostly visitors in shorts and sandals carrying colourful bags who seemed to be seeking lunch. This was not lost on Helen; Day, however, was preoccupied.
“That was thought-provoking. I can’t avoid talking about Alex for much longer. Shall we go home?”
“OK. Shall we pick up some food on the way?”
They drove to the supermarket just off the road to the villages, and bought fresh cheese, salad and bread, various things for supper, more bottled water and tonic. Back at the house they sat on the balcony enjoying a gentle breeze. The word ‘zephyr’ popped into Helen’s mind, a Greek word sugges
