Solo (Aka The Cretan Lover) (v5) - Plot & Excerpts
Not that it mattered. Whatever he liked to pretend, she was as tough as him any day of the week and could handle the boat as well.Twice a week, for the excitement and a little extra money, they would set out to lay their nets as usual at night, then turn out the lights and make the four-mile run across the strait to a taverna on the coast of the Peloponnese where they would take on a cargo of untaxed cigarettes, a commodity for which there was considerable demand on Hydra.On the return journey, once back at the nets, they would carry on fishing. It had always worked perfectly until that night, when Maria switched on the great double sodium lamps in the prow of the boat whose light attracted the fish and saw, instead, a hand reaching out to her and then a bloodstained face.'Mother of God, a sea-devil,' old George cried, and raised an oar to strike.She pushed him away. 'Back, you old fool. Can't you tell a man when you see one? Help me get him in.'*Morgan lay in the bottom of the boat while she examined him.'He's been shot,' her husband said.'Can I not see this for myself?
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