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“You look awful!” said Helen when Day emerged from his room the next morning. He had slept heavily after the expedition with Aliki Xylouri the day before, and was flushed and groggy.
“One of Zeus’s thunderbolts must have struck me in the night,” he groaned and threw himself in an armchair. “Before I forget, Aristos just sent a message. We’re all invited to Deppi and Nick’s boat tomorrow. We should get there for lunch, about twelve. And we’re to take swimming gear and towels. Hats, sun screen for you, that kind of thing. Absolutely no gifts, he says.”
“Why is the sunscreen just for me, Martin Day?”
“You know I don’t bother with it.”
“Well, you should. I think you’ve got a bit of sunstroke.”
“I’m just getting old. And I need a frappé.”
They took the Fiat, as Day felt too delicate t
