Gorgonise Me
The first time I met her I thought my heart had stopped.
That’s simply because it had.
I was a plain old work hand on the Paros estates. She came to the island to spend her summer days, bathing in the sun and taunting the males.
Miss Evryali was famous, you see. A pianist of the finest calibre. She had performed in Opera houses in New Yorks and Italies and Moscows.
That was no laughing matter, you see. Not that there ever was any laughter inside these walls. Oh, we sometimes laughed, the staff. In secret, amongst us, about the master’s eccentricities and something funny we might have read. But it was all done in hiding.
A dour mist fell upon the estate whenever one of the masters was around, either he or the lady. No children, of course, they never wanted children. It wa
