THE RAIN'S WATER: Mrs. Anna Giannopoulou, like every morning, gently wrapped her husband in his heavy coat and skeptically checked once more if he was wearing his sweater. Then she kissed him affectionately on the mouth and escorted him to the garden's front door.
- Stavros, she said, the weather has turned to the north. Don’t take off your coat at the store. I’ve told you a thousand times to put in a door. You can’t always spend the winter like this, outdoors.
Her husband looked at her with a sour and angry expression. An imperceptible disgust, a hidden hatred, appeared on his face.
- It's impossible for me to change my store. A door can't be installed. The barrels with the pickles and preserves have to be outside on the sidewalk. I can't split my shop in two.
Anna bowed her head with resignation at the thought of her husband and master.
- I’m saying this for your own good, she said timidly. So you don’t get cold...
