CHAPTER EIGHT
They departed from Venice the very next day.
“The manager of the hotel told me about a ship that cruises the Greek islands,” Robert explained to Vanda. “There were two cabins left, so I secured them for us.”
They were both delighted with the ship as soon as they walked aboard. It was luxurious with every modern comfort and it had been designed to reflect the atmosphere of Greece, even down to the names of the cabins.
“Believe it or not, my cabin is called Aphrodite!” Vanda told him as they leaned over the rail, watching the crew make ready to cast off from Venice.
“And mine is Apollo,” said Robert.
The engines were humming and at last the ship began to move, gliding out into the open sea. Vanda stood at the rail, feeling the wind whipping past her, wondering what would
