Chapter 10

The

meal was marvellous. Seriously, Eddy couldn’t remember when he’d last eaten so

much, or such good food. Of course, he’d been living on Ultra-Lowest-Price ready

meals and various soups for a few months, hoping for a steady role, and

staggering from one poor royalty cheque to the next. But even if he’d been

properly fed, this meal would have been one of his favourites ever. Deep fried

filo parcels filled with feta cheese and dill, a selection of skewered meat

with the flavours of char-grill and cumin, spicy sausage with garlic and

peppers, vine leaves with pine nuts and rice, onion and sultanas…the dishes

kept coming. It was a blissful evening of choice and sensation and

satisfaction.

“If

you’d like some more,” Nuri said, heaping the remains of a vegetable moussaka

onto his plate, “The seafood guvec is very good here. Or the kleftiko, which is

my favourite.”

Eddy

stared back at him. They’d been eating steadily for a couple of hours, yet