The subject around the table that Saturday was the sudden warmth and rise in temperature the day before. “Almost unnatural for the middle of February,” John told the others who agreed with him. “I thought of going fishing,” Dimos said, grinning. Just then, a disgruntled Yiannis entered Dixon’s, coffee in hand, taking a seat. “What’s up, now, Yiannis?” asked Dimos, stirring his coffee, slowly.
“Do I look like a beggar,” he asked no one in particular, ignoring the donut plate.
Looking surprised, John answered, “No”, as did Dimos and Kipreos. George responded, “Not lately.”...
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