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Folegandros (standard:drama, 3108 words)
Author: Charles RudolphAdded: Jan 22 2004Views/Reads: 3273/2130Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The first thing Heinz loved about Esther was her eyes. When she removed her sunglasses, the light gray turned magically emerald

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The first thing Heinz loved about Esther was her eyes.  When she removed
her sunglasses, the light gray turned magically green, almost emerald.  
He also loved the way her sudden smiles electrified her face, even her 
body.  Her animation had that Mediterranean quality he lacked and 
always admired. 

And, of course, her intellect. 

By their first evening together, Heinz knew that something unfamiliar
was happening to him. 


Esther first noticed Heinz when he sauntered into the hotel's breakfast
buffet, a large casual man, about fifty, with his tan sport shirt 
half-tucked into his shorts.  She liked the way he chose from the 
cereals, eggs, fruits and bread - his long easy reach for something at 
the corner of the table.  She could always tell a lot from the way 
people reached for things. 

She observed again his reaching an hour later in one of the small
platias of the chora of  Folegandros where a local couple had set up a 
flea-market table.  She watched him reach to examine a set of small 
wrenches in a plastic case, then gently return it to its place on the 
table.  She was holding linen napkins with red lace trim that she 
thought she might buy. 

Their eyes met and he stared at her.  "The napkins are good value," he
said.   "They are made here on the island, and made nicely." 

"They are," she nodded.  "And they make perfect gifts, so easy to carry

"To where?" 

"Lexington, Kentucky." 

He detected a dialect in her English.  "Are you an American?" 

"I have two citizenships, Israeli and American." 

"I have tried also to get double citizenship, but Greece does not give
it."  He shrugged.  "I am German, but for twenty years I have lived in 


She turned away from the soft features of his sun-tanned face.  Never
had she been able to look into the faces of German men.  The last time 
she tried, at a conference in Montreal a year ago, the fleshy face had 
dissolved into Uncle Abba's.  Esther shook the image from her head. 

Heinz watched her, his eyebrows raised in a mute question. 

"Yes, they are nicely made," she said.  "I will buy some." 

She made no effort to haggle, giving the woman behind the table a
thousand drachma bill.  The woman rolled the set of six napkins in 
paper, sealed the package with tape, and returned a wrinkled two 
hundred drachma bill. 

"My name is Heinz," he said. 


Why did it have to sound so German?  "I am Esther - Esther Gold." 

"I see café tables over there beneath the trees," he said.  "Will you
join me for morning coffee?" 

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