She looked sheepish, out on the patio of the taverna, her cheeks full of colour after a good night’s sleep. ‘Little peach, I only fainted. Dehydration. Silly of me after weeks in bed – I should have known to drink more. And yesterday evening was so humid.’ ‘Plus I saw you enjoy a crafty retsina,’ I said and raised one eyebrow. ‘Don’t get carried away, just because the doctors say you’re in great health.’ We looked at each other and laughed as the wind got up. It was the perfect day to get an island tan – unless, like me, gales made you burn even more. ‘Seriously, though, you had us all worried last night…’ my voice broke. ‘Niko and Leila were in bits. It was such a shock, because everyone says you’ve really picked up over the last few weeks. And after the doctors gave you the all-clear…’ ‘I still feel better than I have for over a year – but, ach, I’ve always had low blood pressure and even as a girl, people always said I never drank enough.’ Grandma bit into the chocolate orange scone, from the batch I’d made for Theo Dellis.
