We had a meal of the most beautifully cooked pork chop, salad, bread and believe it or not, boiled-up spinach with a dash of balsamic and olive oil splurged over, which was very tasty, although I still prefered mine either creamed, or cooked with potatoes and onions, and lots of butter and pepper! I was almost finished eating, when the Ya-Ya suddenly looked at me, and with a halfsmile said: 'Oreia?' I thought she meant do I want more, so I shook my head accordingly, and immediately her smile vanished, and she glowered at me from under her black brows. My brain spinned like a washing machine, and I had a notion that 'oreia' might mean nice or something, so I smiled at her, pointed at my plate and gave her the thumbs-up sign, at which she perked up amazingly, and actually really smiled at me.
After our meal we went for a peep at Ermioni, a lovely little girl of nine months, and after which, halleluja, I was taken to my room to sleep.
But my mind was alert, going over all what happened to me the last week. I knew that this was just the beginning of a new life, and that I will have to rethink the alone road ahead. My brain however decided to quit on my musings and  and I woke up to a beautiful sunray kissing my cheek.
Seven clock I was in the kitchen, where the Ya-Ya was waiting to teach me how to prepare a bottle for Ermioni. As Dorah had done that the previous day, I tried to humour the old dame, but her whole demeanor spoke of distrust in any but her own abilities, so I decided to let her be until I am more aquainted with the house and children.
There then followed the two most boring days, with the gran sitting like a big black statue, knitting, and I had to keep the child busy. Poor little thing, the moment I stopped talking  to her, the Ya-Ya pulled herself to an amazing height, and prompted me into action. I was highly aggravated, and ready to pack my bags, when there was a loud shout from the kitchen, and minutes later the most beautiful black woman glided through the nursery door, grabbed Ermioni and swung her high up in the sky, while the Ya-Ya had a fit! She then explained that she was the housekeeper and had to be back only the next day, but knowing the Ya-Ya, she couln't leave me alone for longer than neccassary.
Ascala was indeed lovely, and I thanked my lucky stars for a person like that, and she proved her worth as a peacemaker and friend in double measures over the next few days, showing me where the park was where I had to take Ermioni in the mornings, telling me about the workings of the household, and assured me that the Ya-ya would be going home to Thesaloniki soon. Sigh!!