“Oh, my girl, my girl,” Paraskevi lamented.
“I’ll go and look for her myself,” Aggelo said. “All of you just try to keep quiet. And don’t start another round of weeping and swearing. You’ll have the whole village talking about this for months.”
“Do you need a flashlight, Aggelo?” Metsios asked.
Thanasis’s sister, still clearly peeved, rolled her eyes. “You think of everything, don’t you, Metsios?” she said in a sweet voice laced with acerbic undertones. “Now that you’ve taken care of all the other things, maybe I should just run this little errand of finding your sister before she kills herself.”
With that, Aggelo stepped out into the darkness.
This is a short excerpt from the book, “Better Dead Than Divorced”. Get your copy at Amazon.