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Show 65 home from their drunken holiday. The driver started the engine and the heavy machine lumbered away from the cafe. The Germans cheered. For a kilometer or more the gravel road pursued the gray pebble beach, bearing the litter of the storm: torn seaweed and dead fish that could be better smelled than seen. On the other side of the road weathered blue and white stucco boathouses appeared and disappeared under the low moon. "What if Lefteris was right?" said Darcy. "What if the boat isn't coming tonight?" "The driver would know that." "Sure, but why should he tell us. By keeping quiet he doesn't lose the fare for taking us to Phira and doubles it by bringing us back. Very neat." "You don't trust anyone." "I trusted you," she said. The stare again. If the Oia didn't come tonight it would probably drop back to its regular weekly schedule, and wouldn't come again for another four days. The prospect settled like acid on David's stomach. They had been together on the island for a year. Before that he had lived alone in the little room above Lefteris'. Convinced of his loneliness, he had written her. It is Atlantis, he told her. I need to share it. I need you. In her fourth aerogram she agreed to join him before the end of summer. Sometime in the rainy winter he had stopped needing her. If the Oia didn't come tonight it would be another four days before she could leave. |
