Back Summer in Greece
Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Patricia Wilson
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. More from Patricia Wilson
  59. About the Author
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. Author’s Note

They pulled their clothes off and leapt into the water. Harry, with the food tray above his head, waded to the flat rock. Shelly swam, and once on the rock, saw herself as the little mermaid. He came to her side, and they fed each other flaky croissant, and drank lukewarm coffee, until they wanted each other so badly they slipped into the water and made love.

*

They arrived in Syros at lunchtime, and both were hungry again. They moored up, then sat at a quayside table.

Shelly stared around, trying to imagine the dancing bear, Gertie’s first kiss, and searching the shops for loukoumi. She wondered about the house where Manno and Gertie had made love. Then she stared out to sea and wondered how many war ships had docked there, remembering all the ships that came to fill up with water.

‘What are you thinking?’ Harry asked.

‘I’m just trying to remember how it was when I came here as a child. My great-grandmother was here too. I was four or five, and she was an old woman. Every afternoon she’d disappear, and not return until dinnertime, all red-eyed and weepy. We never discovered where she went, but you’ve listened to the tapes now. I think she went to Manno’s grave, or even Adam’s grave, wherever that is.’

He shook his head. ‘No, she didn’t. I actually know where she went.’

Shelly sat up. ‘What? Where?’

‘Are you ready to order?’ the waiter said.

Shelly blinked at him, trying to unravel the mystery and think of food at the same time. ‘Er, village salad and lamb chops,’ she said and turned to Harry. ‘Where did she go?’

‘One moment.’ He turned to the waiter. ‘The same for me, and a large bottle of water.’

‘Where?’ Shelly insisted.

‘Well, that’s my surprise, so don’t spoil it now. I’ll take you there as soon as we’ve eaten.’

‘Give me a clue?’

‘No clues. Now stop pestering me, and don’t bother batting your eyelashes like that. I have a will of iron.’

Shelly’s shoulders dropped. ‘I think you’re terribly mean, but I’ll let you off just this once.’

*

‘That was the most delicious food! Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome, now if you are up to it, we have quite a walk ahead of us.’

‘So, come on, where are we going?’

‘Still not telling. You just have to tag along, but, it will be worth it, and I promise you’ll love it. First, we have to check in, but we’re just over the road, so that will only take a minute. Then, I am going to show you something so amazing, I will have you under my spell forever.’

‘I think you’ve managed that already,’ she whispered.

He met her eyes and smiled. ‘You bewitch me,’ he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. ‘Come on, we don’t have all day!’