Still Got It

Chapter Seven

T he clock clearly said twenty past one. Sofia was late, as usual. Her friend would fit in well with the Greek mentality. Several women in their friendship group had taken to lying to Sofia and telling her the time for any rendezvous was half an hour earlier than it really was, in the hope of her being vaguely punctual, but Grace never bothered; she knew it was hopeless. At work, Sofia had a team of people around her making sure she was at the right place at the right time, but her social life was a different matter.

Grace mostly took it in her stride, otherwise she’d be permanently irritated with her friend. After a lifetime of timetables and lesson plans, she was hardwired to be there on the dot, or usually ten minutes before.

Seated at a table for two on the rooftop terrace of the best hotel on the island, Grace had ordered herself a coffee and waited, which was no hardship. It was a superior coffee, served in a bone china cup, with a gorgeous mini pastry on the side, a disc with a sort of chocolate and hazelnut soft centre.