Nobody slept again, except the cause of the uproar, who fell asleep on my lap, and did not even stir when I put him to bed. Ermioni was now very upset, her sleep having been disturbed and she cried and cried and would not settle. I was watching the clock, praying for the child to fall asleep so that I might still see Paolo before they left. No chance! The child would not go to her mother, just clung to me for dear life, and it again made me so sad that this lovely little baby did not know her mother. I clothed and fed her, thinking that as Nikos was still sleeping I could get away, but Dorah said for me to wake and dress him, as we were all going to the taverna for breakfast. By the time I had the disgruntled child, who spit his Ya-Ya when she tried to help, dressed, it was Ermioni's naptime, but no, Dorah insisted that she had to go with! It was not a happy group who walked down to the harbour, as the Ya-Ya was again rumbling and grumbling, Ermioni was crying, and Nikos was screaming to high heavens! My eyes were riveted on the harbour to see whether the yacht was not there still, but only a few fishing boats and my employer's yacht were dancing to the rhythm of the waves. I could feel the hot tears running down my cheeks, and I hoped that Paolo realised that it was impossible for me to came.
It was a breakfast straight from hell, me walking in circles with the tired Ermioni, trying to calm her down, then Nikos decided that he was not hungry and when his Ya-Ya tried to feed him, he threw the plate at her, and for the first time, peeping through the mess on her face, I detected a bit of impatience emanating from her.
Just as we were leaving, one of my favourite waiters came up to me, and gave me a small folded note. I wondered about it all the way home, as with the effort of handling the kids there was no time to read it. While making Ermioni's bottle I unfolded the note, and my heart stopped for a few seconds, and I just cried! It was a note from Paolo, written on a piece of crumpled paper torn out from the waiter's order book, and it read: 'Bella Christina, I love you, and please phone me in Italia when you are back in Athens.' And his telephone number at the bottom. But my duties called, and there was not a lot of time to lament, so I put the little note in my pocket and went to fetch Ermioni.
Then ten hells broke loose! Yannis was taking the lot of them on a sightseeing trip with the BMW, and as he pulled out of the lean-to, Dorah spotted the broken rear light and the damage. I was standing on the verandah so Ermioni could wave them off, and when Dorah gave a scream, and then Yannis let out a bellow, I knew that the Ya-Ya was in for a huge row! And what a row! A row as only the Greeks knew how to do! The bally old woman tried to play innocent, but when Dorah asked me what happened, I had to come out with the truth. The Ya-Ya, now in a state of apoplexy, removed herself to her room, and Yannis calmed down, and after some lamenting, the lot set off on their trip, and I went back to my crying for a lost love!