and broad snub nose that recalled her father's, as the expansiveness of her pink lips did, and even her soft short reddish hair. When he didn't hear from her Julian's pout grew less inadvertent. "Was your insurance all it should be, Raymond?" he said.
"It's everything we asked for," Ray said.
As he saw Sandra relax, having shared the thought he'd kept unspoken, Daphne came over. "Welcome to our garden. Will you join your friends?"
"Our family." Julian gazed at her as if this ought to have been obvious. "We had a sandwich on the ferry, thank you," he said. "Just a bottle of water for us."
"Be together," Daphne urged.
With his help she shoved the nearest table against Ray's and Sandra's, and then she headed for the bar. "How's your accommodation?" Sandra said.
"Jonquil's sleeping in my room," William announced.
"I think we should say it's both yours and hers," Natalie said. "I'm sure Doug booked the best he could for us."
"He didn't say who had which room, did he?" Jonquil said.
"You won't expect William to share ours at his age," Julian retorted. "And I can't image you would want to, not that there's any question."
"Did Uncle Doug say how many rooms we had to have?"
"No, the man who paid did. You might have had a say if you were contributing."
"We're roughing it as well, Jonquil," her mother said. "We're here to have a good time with your grandparents, so let's try."
Ray attempted but failed not to ask her "What's the matter with your room?"
Natalie widened her eyes and seemed to gaze inwards, an expression he'd known ever since she was a child. Her face was a composite of Sandra's and his own, small and delicate except for the nose he was responsible for, as brightly blue-eyed as her mother used to be, pinkly thin-lipped. "We're supposed to have a suite," Julian said, "so we would have expected at the very least a bathroom."
"With a mirror in," Jonquil said.
Daphne was setting glasses on the table. Ray thought she was about to speak, but once she'd poured the water she went back to the kitchen. "Just let Evadne know you want a mirror," he said.
"She ought to know without having to be told. Too many people are like that these days." Perhaps Julian was looking not at but past Jonquil. "Well," he said, "here's the organiser."
Pris and Tim as well as Doug were crossing the Sunny View courtyard. Pris had tugged her long blonde hair into a pony-tail, which made her broad large-featured face look even more primed for excitement. She hugged Ray and Sandra, and then fifteen-year-old Tim had a turn, leaning down from the height that seemed increasingly to embarrass him. His face was mostly Doug's but more inclined to blush. "We were just discussing the mirror situation," Julian told Doug.
"You haven't got one either, then. Even we thought that was odd."
"Maybe it's a religious issue," Pris said, "and they don't want people to be vain."
"It's not their place to dictate how their customers behave," Julian said. "That isn't to say there aren't people who could be less concerned about themselves."
Ray was relieved to see Evadne approaching. "We'll have a jug of wine," Doug said. "Three glasses for us, and anyone else?"
Julian gave fifteen-year-old Jonquil a sharp glance. "Just your three," he said.
"Fair enough, save yourselves for dinner. And mum and dad, don't let us interrupt your lunch."
"I think I've finished," Sandra said, laying her utensils to rest.
Apparently Julian had been waiting for Evadne to depart before he enquired "And what's this business about knocking twice?"
"You find that all over Greece," Pris said. "It's to do with the vrykolakas."
"What's one of those?" Tim said and sent Jonquil an anticipatory grin.
"The local style of spirit. If you don't invite them the first time they'll find someone else."
"What's local about them?" Jonquil said. "I mean, what's special?"
"Some of us don't need to know," her mother interrupted, twitching her head to indicate William. "Remember we said we'd see