The next two days Ascala walked Ermioni and myself to the park so that I could learn to find my way. Then came the morning that I was to go alone, and by ten I was ready to go, a bitty scared, but the Ya-Ya was up in arms, shouted at Ascala, gave me the most terrifying looks, but Ascala stayed calm, and firmly told her that she was instructed by Dorah to just make sure that I knew the way before letting me go alone. She managed to calm the old lady, but just as I was to go in the lift the Ya-Ya gave one almighty shout of rage and terror, grabbed the pushcart from me, and started shouting at Ascala. I was dumbfounded, and could not understand what was going on. I was even more dumbstruck when Ascala told me to wait, left me alone with the raging Ya-Ya, and came back with a kind of broach, with an eye painted on, and pinned it to the pushcart. She then explained to me that I was not to go anywhere without the evil eye when the Ya-Ya is visiting! Talk about the bally stone-ages!

We were rolling along quite happily, the Ya-Ya having accepted that I am not an imbicile, when I was woken one night at about eleven by a commotion down in the driveway, loud and scary enough to make one look for shelter. I rushed to the window and there highlighted by two strong lamps on the gateposts, was a silver BMW, with a mountain of luggage on the driveway, and draped over this luggage was the figure of a boy, and this boy was, so I thought,  trying to wake the dead with his catterwalling! On her knees next to the screaming child was Dorah, and she was trying to calm him down, but not at all succesfully, and Yannis was walking in circles around the car, drawing deeply on a cigarette as it glowed long and strong in the semi dark. Then the Ya-Ya joined this circus from the top veranda, and I felt my heart plunging to the bottom of my feet! Was this really the right thing to combat the empty nest syndrome? But nothing lasts forever, and after a while the noises got softer as the group disappeared into the lift and up to their bedrooms.
I was now wide awake, my eyes refusing to close, and every nerve in my body shattered! So I got up and packed my suitcases, ready to leave in the morning! I made myself some tea, tried to sleep, then a hot chocolate, sleep still evading me, and then I remembered that Ascala, who was sleeping peacefully all the while, had a bottle of brandy in the cupboard, so I poured half a glass and gulped it down. Nearly died, me not a big drinker, but fell into an instant and very deep sleep.