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The terrace was L-shaped. From the longer of the segments, the east, where I sat doing a pronoun exercise in my book on modern Greek, I saw a familiar figure in red shorts and t-shirt go running across the street and along the restaurant wall, where he passed quickly from sight, the first of two familiar figures I would see that day.It was David Keller, toning up. I put down the book, delighted to have an excuse to do so. Then I went outside and headed up through a small dusty park toward the pine woods that form a band around Lycabettus Hill. As I walked through the opening in the fence I heard my name called. Lindsay was behind me, also tracking the runner.We walked into the woods and found a path that looked as though it might suit someone running, being set at less of a lateral slant than the others. The pine floor was dry and pale. There were no shrubs or bushes and it was possible to see a fair distance up into the woods."Why does he come all the way up here to run?”"He likes the woods. Someone told him it's better to run on rough terrain.”"A milder heart attack.”"He was serious about sports. He needs to hear himself breathe, he says. He was football, basketball crazy.”"The dogs will get him in here.”"Dogs like him," she said.She walked lazily, swaying, hands clasped behind her. From an opening in the trees we saw part of the sprawl toward Hymettus, white buildings, a white city in this September sun. She seemed often to be thinking some amusing thought, perhaps something so nearly inseparable from a private perception she could not share it easily. She was shy with people but eager to receive, never wary or distrustful. Her eyes were full of humor, fond remembering. Her favorite stories concerned men making fools of themselves heroically."I like it here. It's so still.”"He has a kind of shagginess. As far as dogs.”"They really do. They follow him.”We saw him coming back this way, pounding crookedly on the narrow path, dancing over tree roots and stones. We stepped out of the way. He went past grunting, breath blasting, his face twisted and stretched, looking unfinished. We found a crude bench in the sun."How long will you stay?" she said."Awhile. Until I begin to feel I know it here. Until I begin to feel responsible. New places are a kind of artificial life.”"I'm not sure I know what you mean. But I think that's a Charles Maitland type remark. A little weary. I also think people save up remarks like that, waiting for me to come into range.”"It's your own doing.”"Sure. I'm so innocent.”"How are your storefront English lessons going?”"It's not exactly a storefront and I think I'm learning more Greek than they're learning English but aside from that it's going well.”"It's not that we think we see innocence. We see generosity and calm. Someone who'll sympathize with us over our mistakes and bad luck. That's where all these observations come from. Mistakes in life. We try to make pointed remarks out of the messes we've created. A second chance. A well-turned life after all.”Below us two dobermans ranged along a draw. The woods were marked with shallow draws and deeper man-made channels to carry off winter rains. We heard David approach again. The dogs went taut, looking up this way. He passed just above us, blowing, and Lindsay turned to flip a pebble at him. A girl in a school smock said something to the dogs."When will we get to meet Tap?”"They're still on the island. They're laying plans.”"You make it sound sinister.”"They're sitting in the sunlit kitchen, avoiding mention of my name.”"We haven't had dinner in a while," she said."Let's have dinner.”"I'll call the Bordens.”"I'll call the Maitlands.”"Who else is in town?”"Walk around the Hilton pool," I told her.The three of us went slowly down toward the street. David talked in short bursts."Happen to have a canteen? What kind of friend?”"What are you in training for?”"Night drop into Iran. The bank's determined to be the first ones back in. I'll be leading a small elite group. Credit officers with blackened faces.”"I'm glad we're here instead of there," Lindsay said. "I don't think I'd want to be there even after the trouble ends.”"It ain't ending real soon. That's why I'm doing this commando stuff.”An old man with a setter walked along an intersecting path. Lindsay stooped over the dog, murmuring to it, a little English, a little Greek. David and I kept walking, turning into a path that ran parallel to the street, twenty feet above it. A woman walked below us, headed in the opposite direction, carrying pastry in a white box. David's breathing leveled off."Dresses with thin shoulder straps," he said. "A puckered bodice, you know. The kind of dress where the strap keeps slipping off and she doesn't notice for two or three strides and then she puts it back up there casually like brushing a curl off her forehead. That's all. The strap slips off. She keeps walking. We have a momentary naked shoulder.”"A puckered bodice.”"I want you to get to know Lindsay. She's terrific.”"I see that.”"But you don't know her. She likes you, Jim.”"I like her.”"But you don't know her.”"We talk now and then.”"Listen, you have to come with us to the islands.”"Great.”"We want to do the islands. I want you to get to know her.”"David, I know her.”"You don't know her.”"And I like her. Honest.”"She likes you.”"We all like each other.”"Bastard. I want us to do the islands.”"Summer's ending.”"There's winter," he said.His probing looks disarmed me. It was a practice of his to search people's faces, determined to find a response to his vehement feelings. Then he'd show his big tired western smile, his character actor's smile. It was interesting, the esteem in which he held Lindsay, the half reverence. He wanted everyone to know her. It would help us understand how she'd changed his life.She caught up to us now."Everyone's so nice," she said. "If you speak a few words of the language, they want to take you home to dinner. That's one of the things about living abroad. It takes a while to find out who the madmen are.”Near the spear leaves of a blue-green agave she turned to speak to David, her left ear translucent in the sun.

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