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was drawing the life out of Nestor. Now that lunch was over, it would be a good time to visit him.
    She took some oranges and plastic forks with her. When she reached his room she found him half lying in a recliner wheelchair. Every room had a sign that said, “Reality is never as dark as the places your brain visits in anticipation.” How true.
    “Nestor?”
    He opened his eyes. They were a warm brown. Despite his bald head, he was good looking, or would be if he were animated.
    “If you’re too nauseated to talk, I’ve been there. Mind if I sit down?” She pulled a chair over to him and set the items on the table. “I’m new here. My name’s Zoe. I just got out of the hospital in New York City after being there a year. I had lymphoma too.”
    That brought a spark. “You?”
    “I thought I’d be dead by now, but it didn’t happen. I also lost my family in a fire, which made things much worse. I understand you don’t have family either.”
    “No. My grandfather raised me, but he died.”
    “Well we’re both very lucky that the Giannopoulos Foundation exists. They’ve given me a job here. What kind of a job do you want when you leave?”
    “I won’t be leaving,” he murmured.
    “Of course you will. As my priest told me, God didn’t come to my rescue for nothing. I know how the nausea can make you think you’ll never be better. But it will pass. I brought you some things that helped me.
    “If you open and smell an orange before you eat, the aroma will make the food tolerable. At least it worked for me. Also, the metal forks and spoons sometimes make you gag. Try eating your food with a plastic fork and see if it makes any difference.”
    He eyed her with curiosity. Good!
    “See you soon. Maybe one of these days we’ll go outside on the patio and have a game of cards. I’ll bring a scarf and some snacks. I have an idea you’d make a dashing pirate. You know, young-Zorba-the-Greek style.”
    She left the room and continued on her rounds until the end of the day. Yiannis wanted her to be his eyes and ears. Besides keeping up on the paperwork, he expected her to make suggestions to improve their services. What was missing? That’s what he wanted to know.
    Now that she’d been hired full time, they would take turns covering for each other Saturday and Sunday. This coming weekend was his turn to work. Suddenly Zoe had more freedom than she knew what to do with.
    When she walked out to catch the bus, the fountain of Apollo was playing. Again she was reminded of Vasso who, like the sun god in his chariot, was so handsome it hurt. She needed to get her mind off him. In the morning she’d take a long hike around the island.
    On Sunday, she and Olympia, one of the cooks from the hospital, were going to take the ferry to Corfu from Loggos. While Olympia met with her relatives, Zoe planned to do some sightseeing on her own and was looking forward to it.
    A group of workers got on the bus with her. They were already friendly with her and chatted. One by one they got off at different stops. Zoe was the only one who rode all the way into the village. By now the driver named Gus knew her name. Though she might be in Greece rather than New York, there was the same atmosphere of community she’d loved growing up.
    When Zoe got off the bus, she headed for one of the
taverna
s that served
mezes
along the harbor front
.
At twilight the lights from the boats and ferry twinkled in the distance. It was a magical time of night.
    Most of the tables outside were taken by tourists, but she finally found an empty one. She’d been anxious to try the various fish appetizers to see how they compared with her mother’s cooking. The waiter brought an assortment of octopus, shrimp, sardines, calamari and clams.
    Maybe she was biased, but she thought her mom’s were better. Then again maybe she was missing her family. How they would have loved to come here for a vacation.
    Don’t look back, Zoe. You’re the luckiest girl in