and try what was “special on the menu for lunch,” amounting to enormous portions of sklavotyra—round cheese balls surrounded by fresh figs, sun dried tomatoes, and capers—deep fried meatball-shape keftedes made of tomatoes, and an omelet of local sausage and cheese. Tassos said it would be rude not to accept. Andreas said it would just be fattening. “So, what do you think of my niece?” “I’m getting married.” “I thought you were over that macho every-woman-can-be-mine Greek bullshit.” “I am. I’m just not over busting your balls.” Andreas smacked Tassos lightly on the side of his arm. “She’s very impressive. Smart, but a bit anxious. I wonder if she’ll tell her boss about our conversation?” Tassos gestured no. “Not a chance. She knows we’re trying to help. But I can’t blame her for being nervous. There’s a lot at risk.
