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could have shown a little more understanding.
    “Whatever was said, you have a great advocate in Father Debakis. How did you come to know him?”
    “My parents owned a Greek
taverna
and we lived in the apartment above it here in Astoria near the Sacred Trinity Church. Father Debakis was serving there when I was just a young girl and always took an interest in our family. If it hadn’t been for him, I’m not sure I’d be alive today.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    An expression of unspeakable sorrow brought shadows to her classic features, changing her demeanor. “A year ago I’d gone to a movie with some friends from the neighborhood. We walked home after it was over. It was late. My parents would have been in bed.”
    She paused before saying, “When we got there, it looked like a war zone. Someone said there’d been an explosion. I ran towards the fire chief who told me an arsonist had planted a bomb in the back of the laundry next door to my parents’
taverna
where I sometimes helped out part-time. Fire spread to the
taverna
’s kitchen. Everything went up in smoke. My parents died. So did the owners next door who’d run the laundry for many years.”
    “Dear Lord.” Vasso couldn’t fathom it.
    “Everything burned. Family photos, precious possessions, clothes—all was gone. I’ve always lived with my parents and worked in the restaurant kitchen to save money while I went to college. The scene was so horrific, I collapsed. When I came to, I was in the ER at the local hospital. Father Debakis was the first person I saw when I woke up.
    “He told me the doctor had examined me and had discovered a lump in my neck.” Vasso saw her shudder. It brought out a protective instinct in him he hadn’t felt since he and Akis were on their own after their father died. Though Akis was only eleven months younger, their dying father had charged Vasso to look after his younger brother.
    “Honestly, I’m still surprised I didn’t die that night. I wanted to. I was convinced my life was over. He, along with Iris Themis, one of the women on the church humanitarian council, wouldn’t let me give up.
    “They are wonderful people who did everything to help me physically and spiritually in order to deal with my grief. The diagnosis of cancer added another level of despair. My parents and I had never taken a handout from anyone. For them to shower me with clothes and toiletries lost in the fire besides being there for comfort, meant I felt overwhelmed with their generosity.”
    Vasso got up from the chair, unable to remain seated. Father Debakis had told him she was a very special young woman.
    “Before the fire and my illness, I’d planned to finish my last semester of college to get my English degree. I’d even thought of going on to get a secondary school teaching certificate. Because I had to work at night and go to school during the day, my education had to be strung out.”
    A sad laugh escaped her lips. “At twenty-four I would have been one of the oldest college graduates around, but the enormity of losing my parents this last year along with the lymphoma has changed my focus.”
    “It would change anyone’s.” When Vasso’s father had died of the disease, the world he and Akis had grown up in was changed for all time. They’d adored their father who was too poor to get the medical treatment needed. As he slipped away from them, they’d vowed never to feel that helpless again.
    He watched as she re-crossed her elegant legs. “While I was still at the hospital, I met with a cancer specialist who discussed my illness with me. My student insurance would only cover a portion of the costs. There was only a little money from my parents’ savings to add to the amount owing.
    “With their insurance I was able to pay off my student loan. What I had left was the small savings in my bank account that wouldn’t keep me alive more than a couple of months. I was trapped in a black abyss when Father Debakis and Iris