Athens by Night
Valentine’s Day 1968, rooftop bar, Athens Hilton. I’m drinking Coca Cola, my brother has a Fanta. My mother rolls her eyes at the price, but Demitris the millionaire is paying. Demitris stirs the ice in his Metaxa and turns to my mother: “Will you marry me?” My brother unscrews the top of the saltshaker and places it gently back on so it looks normal. I do the pepper. “Not in front of the children,” my mother whispers. Demitris unwittingly salts his peanuts, his trousers, everything. “Want to try the pepper?” I ask. He doesn’t laugh. We remained poor as dirt.
Photo credit: Dan Wilson
Hilarious Sandra!