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it a new coat of paint, I might spend some nights here…I might
be able to witness certain things.”
Mary smiled at the thought, “when you might spend some
nights here, you’d be very close to me, all night long…” she said
with joyous way.
Anton looked in her eyes before he said, “I’d love to spend
my nights with you in my arms, baby.”
“Soon,” she said with joyous voice.
The funeral finished; everyone went inside; Anton and
Mary too. Anton to his basement work place and Mary back to
her desk.
The day crawled as if didn’t want to pass and afternoon came.
The kids were in class, the cooks and their helpers had cleaned the
kitchen and were now sitting and having their break when Anton
went for an afternoon coffee and found George the Hellene cook
with Tyson in the eating area. He grabbed his coffee and sat with
them; they were obviously debating something or arguing about
something because their voices were loud and their hand mannerisms
showed they could start a fist fight any moment now.
“What is it with you two?” Anton asked them.
“This pig,” George said referring to Tyson “is trying to
make fun of the way I talk again,” then turning to Tyson he said
sarcastically, “what? What? Stick your stupid what you know
where,” he added as his attention was on Tyson. Then turning
to Anton he carried on, “These brutes, Anglos, what one could
expect of them? They forget that when we the Cretans created
civilizations four thousand years ago they still existed in the form
of specs in the testicles of the bears and the monkeys; now all of
a sudden they have become the upper class and all us who have
come here from other places are the second,” George insisted in
utter disgust.
Manolis Aligizakis 