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her nostrils. I can’t believe that fucking cow has got the nerve to do this to me. How dare she? Who the hell does she think she is? I do not need this bullshit.
    I’ve had a long day. Dealing with my team and the customers they can’t handle has totally drained me, so, like all good Greek children, I expect to go home, eat whatever my mother has cooked for dinner and unwind in front of the TV for a couple of hours before meeting up with friends. That’s not a lot to ask for, is it? Apparently it is. I can’t have a nice quiet couple of hours; instead I have to arrive home to be confronted by Thia Maria and some pathetic ‘just gotten off the boat from Greece and am looking for a wife’ man. I can’t believe she is doing this to me. Just because she managed to offload her darling Sophia into a miserable farce of a marriage, she thinks that I should be next. I know that misery loves company, but I can be miserable all on my own. I do not need to keep company with Sophia – suicide would be a more welcome solution.
    â€˜Thia Maria.’ I bend down and give my aunty the obligatory kiss on the cheek and ask the standard questions. ‘How are you? How are the kids enjoying Greece?’ Yak, yak, yak … like I care.
    â€˜Very good, Despina mou. The children are very good. How is your job? You supervisor now, eh?’
    Ah Greeks, even in their broken English they can still get the message across, and the message that my aunty wanted to get across was that I had a good job with good money. Perfect wife and mortgage material. All the while, this swamp creature is sitting on my couch, ogling my boobs. Oh, yuck. At least if he didn’t look like he’d just been dragged out of a lagoon I could take it as a compliment. And I’m not talking about the blue lagoon here.
    â€˜Yes, Thia, I am a team leader. Yes, it’s very demanding.’ I start to head towards my bedroom when my mother intervenes.
    â€˜Despina, where you think you go? Sit down. We have visitors.’ From outer space she should have added. ‘Sit down.’
    â€˜Ma, I’m just putting my things away okay. I’ll be back.’ I have to answer my mother nice and slowly to assure that I won’t be jumping out of the second storey window to make a run for freedom, thus causing her no end of embarrassment in front of my aunty and the Ape Man. Nah, I won’t escape, yet. But when I do escape it will be with style, with the sort of grace and dignity that befits me. Through lies and deception.
    As soon as I hit the safe haven of my bedroom I pull out my mobile and dial work. I have to be quick otherwise my mother will know that I am up to something and she’ll come looking for me.
    â€˜Knee-breaking incorporated. Need a debt collected –let us know.’
    What the hell happens in that office when the management team is out of earshot? I’m going to kill Shane. He’s just ripped off one of my lines.
    â€˜Shane, you’re a dead man. What the hell are you doing answering the phone like that? It could have been the boss.’ Shane and I both know it wouldn’t have been a customer because I called an internal number, but it’s still not on.
    â€˜Caller ID, Des. I knew it was you.’ Prick. ‘So what do you want, what did you forget to do this time?’
    â€˜Nothing babe, I need a favour.’ And the little prick is going to make me pay, I just know it. But in this instance I am not above bribery and Shane is not above accepting.
    â€˜What’s up and what’s in it for me?’
    I’ve only got time for the reader’s digest version. ‘Well-meaning aunty with an off-the-boater.’
    He’s a bright boy, Shane. He gets the drift. ‘Call me at home pronto with some bullshit that requires my attention.’
    â€˜I ask again, oh, team leader of mine … what’s in it for me?’
    â€˜Do you ever want to