excerpt
…thinking of going hunting tomorrow. Is there anything around here
we may find?”
“You are going hunting without a permit?” George asked.
“That is right; we’ll arrange it. Do you have the guns?” Demetre
insisted.
“Yes, you can have mine, and my son has his, which his mother
has kept hidden for a long time.”
Hermes was surprised.
“You know your mother; she wouldn’t let me touch her son’s
stuff.”
Despina, by now, had already set the table with her best linen.
She served the food in her best dishes. They all ate with a good appetite
and drank to Hermes’ success. After a few glasses of wine, his
father began to speak more freely, and they had a very pleasant
evening.
Manolis Aligizakis 