Chapter 8: Evie
“Wait, so you actually went to get her some lemonade?” Evie asked, speaking on the phone. She was lying on her back, her hair falling over the edge of the bed. She liked positioning herself like that and putting her feet up on the cool wall.
“Yeah, I’m at the periptero around the corner,” Horace sighed over the phone. He spoke of the kiosks that carried pretty much everything under the sun, those little shops located at every Greek corner.
Evie knew which one he was talking about. She’d hang out with him sometimes at home, Kifisia was a great suburb with lots of pinetrees and flowers. They’d watch movies or play board games together, and the periptero was a constant destination for a resupply run of munchies and soft drinks. Thinking of soft drinks, she pinched her belly
