Chapter Two
Returning from Spain, Los Angeles was in the midst of the bruising spring heat when the pavement burns and the air is filled with putrid smog. It was a time when Elena was thankful that The Bistro where she worked was just a block down the street and around the corner. If only the recital hall where she practiced her cello were as close, she wouldn’t have to think about going out in the vile air. What a bitter return after days of clear cloudless skies, and blues that she thought she could walk inside and feel with her whole body.
For her five remaining days in Spain, she closed her eyes a thousand times while sunbathing, only to open them expecting her dream with Nikos to continue as if it was a serialized novel. But there was never a robust blonde Greek on the other side of
