by Sara Alexi
Abby breathes again, exhales deeply, releases the tension from her chest and automatically says ‘Thank you’ in English and walks in the direction indicated, hoping, wishing. The shop the woman pointed to has opened its doors. It is not clear what it is from a distance. But there are no neon lights, no chairs and tables on the street. It is not the bar on the website. But maybe the owner speaks English and knows of The Malibu.
A donkey brays to remind Abby how far in the country she is. Maybe it’s the wrong village. Maybe the right village is just a walk away.
A petite woman sits outside the shop, slid down in a plastic chair like a child, sucking her drink through a straw. She shields her eyes from the sun as Abby approaches.
‘English?’ Abby asks.
‘No, I’m Greek.’ The woman smiles.
‘Ah, you speak English. I am here for a job. The Malibu.’
The woman stands, spilling her drink down the front of her short dress in the process.
‘What is this “The Malibu”?’ Her accent is strong, she speaks slowly, wiping her dress with her hand.
Abby’s hope dissolves. ‘A bar.’ Surely she must know it.
‘Where this bar?’
‘Here, Saros.’
‘Here is no Saros.’
Abby can feel her shoulders droop. Her bag slips off and onto the pavement.
‘Are we near Saros?’ She feels she knows the answer before she hears it.
‘The Saros an island.’ The woman waves her arm, suggesting impossible distances.
‘But the boat said Saros.’ Abby blinks the tears away. She cannot stop her lip quivering.
The woman says kindly, ‘I am thinking it say Soros.’
‘But the taxi driver! He must have known this was not Saros.’
‘Did you ask him? What you say to him?’
‘The Malibu bar. I was told the bar was in a neighbouring village to the port, and everyone knew it.’
‘What else you have said to him?’
‘Well, he looked like he didn’t understand so I said Yiannis’ bar.’
‘Ahhh!’ The woman laughs and Abby feels herself relax a little, she seems to know of it. ‘There is the Yiannis bar.’ She points to the drab-looking kafenio on the square, where the metal-framed glass doors are now wide open and two old men, one with an impressive moustache, are playing an animated game of backgammon, slamming the pieces down, the noise echoing around the village. Abby puts her hand over her mouth and squeezes her nose in the crook of her thumb to stop herself crying. The woman continues, ‘But Yiannis dead. Son Theo now has bar. But not Malibu, never Malibu. This not Saros.’
Abby sinks where she stands, next to her bag, and sits on the kerbside.
Her shoulders are burning.
Dad was right, she has overreacted. She wishes she was at home making his coffee, Rockie there to cuddle, for comfort and to be easily made happy with his marrowbone treats.
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1. The Illegal Gardener
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4. The Gypsy's Dream
5. The Art of Being Homeless
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About Sara Alexi
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The Explosive Nature of Friendship
Book Three of the Greek Village Series
Copyright © 2012 by Sara Alexi
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.