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