to the old lady who sat her in the daytime and then got everyone else to school before she arrived in class herself. She must have been permanently exhausted. I remember her drinking real coffee, several cups a day, which seemed exotic then. Now all the girls come into my office clutching their Tim’s  or Starbucks like babies with sippy cups while they listen to advice they seldom follow. Coffee has arrived.

Eleni and her mother dissuaded us from going to Turkey. What do you need there that you can’t get here, they asked. Stay with your family! We’ll take you to the islands. They were relentlessly charming and overbearing, and of course we stayed. Their place was on the coast of the mainland, I can’t remember exactly where. The mother kept her own chicken...

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