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Show 61 SANTORINI GRAY They stood on rain-soaked gravel, his arm loosely around her waist, watching the Greek driver tinker with the engine of the hulking black taxi. "Nice night for the trip," said David, ending a long silence. "You'll be able to make out the islands all the way to Athens if you stay awake." The late summer storm which for two days had kept boats from the island had passed. The full moon cast thick black shadows and turned lingering puddles to obsidian. "It'll be cold," she said. "It'll be cold and damp and I won't be able to sleep period." David could see her. Alone and cold and bitter, huddled in her navy blue peacoat on one of the forward decks of the Oia. If |