DROP FIVE
The next morning, they found Hector and his pet in the kitchen. Pickle showed where the coffee was to Cherry. It was a nice, sunny day, and the Athens sky was clear for a rare moment. The slight breeze coming in through the open windows made it even better.
“Good morning,” he said, reading the news in his veil.
Cherry looked shy. “Good morning, Mr. Troy.”
He snorted. “Just Hector is fine.” He slurped a tiny bit of the hot, Turkish coffee. The aroma was amazing. “What are you having for breakfast? Pickle can help you out.”
“She is, thanks…” She looked down, rubbed her elbow. “Hector,” she added, hesitating.
Hector rolled his eyes. “Seriously, relax already! Were you being a vlaka yesterday? Yes, you were. Is everyone, including Armadillo, very much over it? Yes, we are.” He
