Chapter 6i
Ourania could see miss Meropi trying to peek inside through the windows.
The old lady was a fragile bag of bones, clad in a black onesie, as it was customary to all Greek widows. She was holding a tupper of food, and was the world’s most pathetic ninja at that moment.
Of course, Ourania failed to make the connection and did not laugh at all. In fact, due to the spilling microexpressions in her face, you could say she was furious.
Miss Meropi was trying to stretch her aching body to see inside. She wore her glasses, which had a thickness matching the one on the window.
Ourania picked up a dusting feather and crept up to the window. She opened it with a single swipe and began dusting its base.
Miss Meropi was startled and fell back on the porch. The food did not spill.
“Oh
