Thanasis was just leaving a cousin’s home next door to the Nitsoses when Maria Nitsos, George’s mother, called to him.
“Are you just going to stand there in the street, Thanasis?” she asked in a friendly voice. “Or would you like to come in and have a thimble of ouzo with Aunt Maria?”
Thanasis gladly accepted the invitation, and once inside, he only waited as long as politeness dictated before broaching the topic foremost on his mind.
“Aunt Maria,” he began, pausing to take a sip of the sugary, anise-flavored aperitif George’s mother had given him, “Your family and our family have always had good relations. I don’t want to do anything to change that, but you should know what has happened between George and Panayota.”
“I know,” Maria said with a perceptive nod. “I know the whole story.”
“Then you know what that means for a girl in our village,” Thanasis replied. “My cousin is tarnished.”
Maria frowned thoughtfully. “I know. I have girls myself, but listen, I don’t want you and your family to worry. George is going to do the right thing by Panayota. He was always going to.”
Thanasis cocked his head in surprise. He had no reason to doubt George’s mother. If she was right, then Panayota’s problem—the family’s problem—was solved at last.
This is a short excerpt from the book, “Better Dead Than Divorced”. Get your copy at Amazon.