The Little Teashop: Game Of Scones Part 13

'Drooled?'

Henrik snorted. 'Yes despite having a fiancee who deserves more respect.' He curled a fist. 'The man's an imbecile, sticking around in this dusty dump all this time, ignoring the question of how he'd properly provide for a wife and kids. Where's his ambition? His discipline? His work ethic?' Henrik shook his head. 'Whatever feelings you think you've got for him is based on the stuff of teenage fairy tales and belongs in one of those b.l.o.o.d.y silly romance books you read. For goodness' sake, Pippa, grow up.'

Ouch. 'I'd say he and his cousin work d.a.m.n hard, fishing and sponge-diving every day.'

Henrik snorted again. 'Apart from in the winter, when they no doubt lounge around drinking retsina and playing cards...' He threw his arms in the air. 'Can't you see that intellectually he'd bore you within a week?'

My cheeks felt hot he'd used the very argument I made up to put off Niko. But it wasn't true. I could spend a lifetime talking to Niko about the things that mattered, like family, friends, fishing, baking...

Henrik s.n.a.t.c.hed the ring from the table and marched back to the bedroom. In a puff of aftershave, he came back into the kitchen minutes later, and poured himself a juice.

'Look, don't go like this...' I put my hand on his arm, now dressed in a sharp suit, but he shook it off.

'You're no better than my father,' he snarled. 'He led Mum on for years. Apparently he'd never loved her, but "made do with second best."

'I'm nothing like him!'

'Have you been stringing me along all this time? Don't you love me?' he said, in a high pitch. 'You'd throw everything away for some girlish dream of a holiday romance?'

Wow. Finally Henrik showed a bit of pa.s.sion. My legs wobbled. He deserved the truth and a proper reason for ending our relationship, but I didn't want to deepen the bruise to his ego. How could I spell out that sometimes, kissing him, I felt like a gadget carrying out some pre-programmed task expected of me?

I shook my head. 'Look, things between you and me... they haven't felt right for a while. Not for a lifelong commitment. But of course I thought I loved you in the beginning I would have never moved in with you, otherwise.'

A muscle flinched in his cheek, as he strode over to the sofa and picked up his briefcase.

'Perhaps we should see what Leila makes of all this?' he spat before heading towards the front door. 'Has she any idea of how her new friend Pippa feels about her fiance?'

'No, Henrik! Don't!' I frantically called and hurried after him.

Chapter Sixteen.

Grandma... Sorry to tell you this, but it's best that I break the news: Henrik believes I have really strong feelings for Niko. He told Leila who got upset and has fled abroad. The wedding is off.

The old woman clutched her heart, face pale, lips wobbling, and fell to the ground...

I shuddered, not even liking to imagine that fictional scene (yes, of course, I made it up clue? I wouldn't dare refer to feisty Iris as an old woman).

With a sigh, I piled scones on to cake plates and covered them with domed gla.s.s lids. After leaving the villa early, shortly after furious Henrik, I'd headed straight for Pippa's Pantry (LOVED saying that). The fresh cedar pine smell of the woods had helped clear my head, plus baking batches of olive and halloumi, lemon and cream cheese, and honey and fig scones slowed down my heartbeat, and smoothed out my brow. How good it felt kind of safe to rub b.u.t.ter into flour and then knead the dough. Plus cooking kept me busy until Niko got back. As usual, he'd gone fishing with his cousin, before he'd return and we'd take out a group of four tourists who'd booked in yesterday afternoon.

'Ya sou, my little peach can I help?' said Grandma and she came into the room wearing a red, orange and gold-trimmed blouse.

'Wow you look beautiful!'

Cue her gap-toothed smile. 'Efharisto, Pippa. I feel good stronger than I have for a while. Which means...' Grandma came over to me, took my arm and sat me down at one of the small, round mahogany tables. The room smelt of bleach. Sophia had already mopped away any overnight dust before I arrived this morning.

'...you can tell me, what is the problem? You are sad, no?' Her fingers stayed curled around my arm. 'Although you look a tiny bit more relaxed than when you first arrived a couple of hours ago.'

I'm fine,' I said brightly. 'Just tired I didn't sleep well.'

Grandma made a kind of "tsk" sound and lifted her hand to shake her finger.

'Pippa! Not you, please! I sick of people tip-toeing around me as if I a cracked plate that is about to shatter. This last week or two I feel much stronger. Now come on tell me. Or I shall fret.'

I wiped my hands across my ap.r.o.n and put my elbow on the table. Resting my chin in my hands, I looked at her. I couldn't tell her about my fairy dust feelings for Niko, nor my suspicions about Leila wanting to travel abroad.

'It's me and Henrik. That's all. We've split up.'

'Ah...' Grandma nodded her head and ran her hand over my ponytail. 'Poor little peach how that must hurt. But is for the best I can tell.'

I sat upright and raised my eyebrows.

'Ever since you two arrived and I've seen you together...' Grandma shrugged. 'Something hasn't been right.'

'What? How did you know?'

Grandma fiddled with her wedding ring. 'From the first day I met my husband, the whole world seemed different like... like a diamond that had been polished and suddenly flashed light. My mama would laugh could always tell when I'd met him, because she said my eyes would twinkle like waves reflecting the sun or stars lighting up the sky; like frost glittering on tree branches, or the wings of fireflies... But in you, I no see that twinkle, when you're with Henrik and that twinkle is essential, to keep the love alive.'

A lump rose in my throat trust Grandma to notice that. Had she observed anything strange about Niko or Leila, as well?

'Pippa?' called a male voice and I jumped up to pull off my ap.r.o.n. Grandma looked up and an odd expression crossed her face, before she smiled. Niko slouched into the room and pointed at his watch. 'We must grab a quick lunch I've already made it,' he said, in a flat voice, whilst walking over to plant a kiss on Iris' cheek. 'You really don't need to come on the trip though, Pippa. We haven't much time. The pa.s.sengers will meet me on the beach at two.'

'Of course she must go. For moral support,' said Grandma.

'Yes, of course,' I said weakly, not wanting Grandma to suspect anything was wrong. 'Do you know anything about today's pa.s.sengers?'

'Like yesterday, all English young men. But they sounded keen to catch fish, and this time I warned them my business is new and explained about our plan to save Taxos.' He shrugged. 'Perhaps I should have explained to those men yesterday.'

'Sounds like it wouldn't have made a difference so what did they say?'

'They aren't concerned and wished us well with our goal.'

'At least not all visitors are trouble-makers.'

'Only little peaches,' said Grandma and I forced a laugh, ignoring Niko's expression which suggested Iris was absolutely right.

'Grandma seems better every day,' I said and sat down opposite Niko, in the taverna, warm rays from the sun hitting my back, from the open patio doors.

Niko just grunted, so with a sigh, I turned to my plate. A smile crossed my face as my eyes feasted on the food and I breathed in... Whatever Henrik thought, sometimes nothing beat the simple things in life, like this feast made up of pitta bread, mozzarella cheese and tomato salad, shiny black olives and a bowl of creamy hummus. G.o.d, it felt good to be back in Greece.

When we'd finished, having exchanged not one word, I fetched two honey and fig scones, then halved and spread them with creamy Greek yogurt. My hand brushed his as I put down his plate. Blood filled his cheeks. Tingles ran up my arm. Abruptly he pulled away his arm. Sophia brought over two coffees and ordered Niko to change his clothes, before meeting the tourists. I applied sun cream to my face, arms and legs, plus borrowed a cap from Georgios, in case my sunhat flew off into the sea-breeze. I wore my sungla.s.ses and took a rucksack filled with six water bottles for us and the pa.s.sengers. Niko and I headed down to the beach, leaving the rest of his family to man the taverna and teashop. He carried a big bag, containing six handlines and, lures, whatever they were, along with an icebox to bring back the catch.

'Is everyone in the village coming to the beach barbecue tonight, that we all talked about on Sat.u.r.day, to discuss the progress we've made?' I said, giving conversation another attempt.

'Yes my guests' barbecue will finish around seven the villagers will arrive after that. Cosmo, Demetrios, Pandora, the Dellis'... Lots of people I've spoken to will be coming, plus they've invited friends from other towns so Mama will pa.s.s around the pet.i.tion.'

'How are we catering for everyone?'

'Cousin Stefan and I did well this morning a lot of fish is on ice. Everyone knows to bring their own meat and each household will pack a salad and drinks. Pandora is bringing bread from her bakery and between us we should have enough grill plates.' We walked onto the sand. 'It reminds me of the big barbecues we used to have to celebrate Easter lots of lamb chops and ouzo and dancing... before times got hard.'

I squeezed his arm but he shook it off.

'Niko, please... don't be like this. Let's try to enjoy the days I've got left.'

He glared at me. 'How? I am not clever enough for you? And apologies in advance I realise this fishing trip will be very boring for an intellectual like you.'

I opened my mouth but what could I say in my defence? I shut it again, praying the afternoon would go by at top speed. If I was him, I'd feel exactly the same.

He stopped by his boat and we stepped into it. Niko showed me a handline and how you fitted it with a weight and "lure" the lure was the pretty, feathery thing you tied on the end, which caused noise and bubbles to attract fish. Niko explained why the length of the line was important, and the speed of the boat. He'd also packed pairs of heavy duty gloves for people to handle the fish and line when they pulled in the catch plus a bottle of Tsipouro, a strong Greek brandy.

'I wouldn't have thought that was the best drink, out on a boat, in the hot afternoon sun,' I said.

He unscrewed the lid and let me smell. Ew. I pulled a face.

'You're in luck, then it isn't for the humans.' He screwed the lid back on. 'When catching single, big fish the kindest way to kill them is to pour a little alcohol into the gills. They pa.s.s out and the brain dies.'

Phew! I never enjoyed watching fish slowly suffocate to death. In fact the first question one of the men asked, when they boarded, was if he could throw his catch back.

As the motor chugged and we headed out to sea, I was impressed with Niko's spiel. He insisted we all wore lifejackets and squinting in the sun, he described how to avoid the most common accidents. Pa.s.sengers were to keep seated at all times. He also asked if anyone couldn't swim, so he'd know who to look out for if we overturned. Plus he listed a few tips on how to cope with sea-sickness, including heading for the stern of the boat, and keeping low where there is the least movement.

'That's beautiful!' I said, pulling down my cap, as one of the beaming men, in Hawaiian shorts, pulled a large fish onto the boat. It had yellow and green stripes the next was red and white, caught by the pa.s.senger who wanted to throw his back. So, wearing gloves, Niko gently removed the hook and obliged. My chest burned when I thought how Henrik had genuinely implied Niko was stupid. My Greek friend made the handline fishing look easy, but having talked me through it, I knew just how much of the detail Niko had prepared. And indeed, during the two hour journey, we caught two grey mullets, three sea bream and one sea ba.s.s. The pa.s.sengers were thrilled and with each success cheered and punched the air.

At one point, a wave made me slip and fall backwards against Niko. His hands grabbed my shoulders and he steadied me until the water calmed down. Slowly his fingers ran down my arms and held me firmly by my waist. My pulse sped up and a sudden thirst dried my throat. When I finally gained my balance, I removed his hands with mine and turned around.

'Thank you,' I muttered, feeling breathless.

'Just doing my job,' he replied, mocha eyes intense, blood in his cheeks. For a second his hands held mine back and then abruptly, he bent down and showed us how to pour alcohol into the gills and afterwards I placed the fish in the ice box. Later, whilst Niko drove, I was happy to take photos of the beginner fishermen, with their mobile phones, and handed out water bottles. Glad to have brought my sun lotion, I reapplied another layer, and pa.s.sed it to one of the men who'd fallen asleep on the beach the day before.

'A well mint day efharisto,' said the man in the Hawaiian shorts, with a thick Mancunian accent, as the sun set. He and his friends had learned how to gut the fish and grill them on the barbecue, whilst they finished off the Greek brandy. Sophia had brought over salad and bread and a camping table and chairs. Niko shook the man's hand and nodded to the rest who gave the thumbs up. A wide smile spread across his face and they left, declaring they would recommend the trip to their friends.

I sat down next to Niko on the sand, and for a few moments we watched the luminous tangerine sun sink beneath the horizon.

'You were amazing today,' I said. 'Really skilled.'

'No need to sound so surprised,' he said. 'Where's Leila?' He stood up. As villagers flocked onto the beach, carrying beach bags, rugs and cooking equipment, she headed straight over to us, violet coloured skirt swaying, black blouse showing off her gold earrings, red lips and exotic curls, all topped off with a yellow flower behind her ear.

'How happy you look,' he said and stroked her arm, as if no one else was there. 'Is Grandma coming tonight?'

Her face broke into a smile. 'Yes, I just can't believe how she continues to improve, every hour of every day.' They spoke briefly in Greek before hugging each other tight. I coughed, got to my feet and headed over to Sophia, a slice of pain cutting through my chest. Was it wrong that I still wanted Niko's arms to wrap around me? Clearly my arrival in Kos had simply unsettled him for a while, and now his strong feelings for Leila were back on track.

'Pippitsa? You okay? Is Henrik coming?' said Sophia and stopped walking.

I gave a wry smile. 'No. This morning... didn't Grandma tell you? We split up.'

'Oh, dearest... sorry to hear that. You okay?'

I nodded. 'But please, only you two know. I'd prefer it to stay that way.'

I couldn't face a barrage of questions from everyone and what was the point of telling Niko now?

Sophia put down her bags and patted my arm. 'Of course. Now help me with this rug.' I took one end and between us we lay it on the sand. 'How did the fishing trip go? Better than yesterday?'

'Niko was brilliant and the pa.s.sengers loved every minute said they'd spread the word amongst their friends.' I put my sun cap and gla.s.ses into my rucksack and placed it on the rug. 'The way he handled the fish... with such respect. I'd never heard of killing them with alcohol.'

Sophia pa.s.sed me a ripe fig. 'Because he's a fisherman, you expect him not to care?'

I bit into the fruit and wiped sticky juice from my chin. 'No. I remember when we went crabbing as youngsters how he'd insist we gently return them to the sea, not carelessly lob them back like other children. And when Ajax died...'

We looked at each other and nodded. Niko had worked day and night for a week, trying to tempt the dog with tasty t.i.tbits. And talking of tasty t.i.tbits, a couple of hours later, I sat on that rug, in the dark, scoffing lamb kebabs with the most delicious crusty bread. Leila insisted she and Niko join me on there, too, whilst Georgios, Sophia and Grandma borrowed deckchairs from friends.

'So...' I said to the crowd, when most of the food was eaten, and the smell of wood smoke replaced the aroma of barbecuing meat. 'This week how confident do we feel that our new ventures could eventually support the village?' I gazed around. Thanks to small fires dotted along the sand, I picked out familiar faces. 'Demetrios?'

Demetrios finished chewing and wiped a hand down his striped shirt. 'We're only a few days in, but so far I'm impressed. The pet-bowl painting went down well, as did the clay turtles and the jewellery. Over the winter I can build up a supply of prettily painted ceramics ready to buy and I have new ideas... During those quiet months I could offer training sessions to people around the island, who want to learn pottery. Plus hold lessons for small groups of school children.'

'Excellent.' I scanned the crowd again. 'Cosmo?'

He took a swig of cloudy ouzo and grinned. 'Cycle tours good and on these clear August days a view of Turkey is going down well. I need to find more to say though about things of interest as we pa.s.s by. The old graveyard up on the cliffs, for example I have no idea who is buried there. Plus need to brush up my nature knowledge.' He looked at Georgios. 'Perhaps my friend from Taxos Taverna can help with that.'

Georgios nodded and twisted one end of his moustache as Mrs Dellis spoke up. 'Early days for us, but children visiting our pet farm this week have had fun. Adults too laughed a lot, trying to milk our friendly goats and sales of cheese were good. Over the winter I will experiment with new recipes and stock up.' She shrugged. 'It has given me the confidence to try to sell it to shops in Kos Town.'

'Brill! That would provide income all year round,' I said. 'Pandora what about you?'

But a noise distracted me cross Greek voices and loud derisory snorts.

'This is all very heart-warming, but a waste of time,' slurred an English voice. I swallowed as Henrik staggered into view. He pointed a finger at me and from nowhere, Niko stood by my side. 'Don't trust a word this woman says... Pippa doesn't care not about anyone.' He gave a hollow laugh. 'Your "Pippitsa" has already agreed this feeble attempt to save yourselves will fail and when it does she'll stand swiftly by my and Stavros' side.'

Chapter Seventeen.

The crowd took a simultaneous intake of breath.

'It's not true!' I said. 'I mean, yes I agreed to stand by them, but only because'

'Because you don't believe in us, Pippa?' shouted a voice.

' No... No! I can't think that,' said Pandora and folded her arms.

'Of course she believes in us,' said Grandma.