Wish You Were Here. Victoria Connelly

do around the house if he was to keep on top of things. His eldest brother, Georgio, had threatened to visit and Milo wanted to be above reproach if he did show up.

      ‘Suit yourself,’ Hanna said and then left the kitchen and hollered, ‘Tiana!’

      A few seconds later, a ten-year-old girl darted from one of the rooms at the back of the house, her long dark hair flowing wildly behind her as she launched herself into Milo’s arms.

      ‘Tiana!’ he cried, wrapping his arms round her and kissing the top of her head. ‘You okay? Had a good day?’

      ‘She’s had her tea,’ Hanna said, ‘and you look as if you could do with some yourself. Look at the size of you!’

      ‘What?’ Milo said.

      ‘There’s nothing of you!’

      ‘I keep myself fit – that’s all.’

      ‘A working man needs a bit of meat on him,’ Hanna said. ‘Like my boys.’

      Milo thought of Hanna’s four sons. They were all as tall as Greek temples and about the same width too. By contrast, Milo and his three brothers were positively slender although he’d never have thought of himself as skinny. He was just well-toned, that was all. His job and his lifestyle made sure that there wasn’t any surplus flesh on him.

      ‘Now, are you sure you won’t stay for a bit of dinner?’

      As tempting as that offer was, he really had to get home. ‘Another time, Hanna,’ he said with a smile and she waved him from her kitchen.

      ‘I’ve been on the internet!’ Tiana said as they left the little house.

      ‘Yes, Hanna told me,’ Milo said. ‘I don’t like you spending all your time in front of a computer.’

      ‘But it’s brilliant! You never let me use ours,’ she said.

      ‘And for good reasons too.’

      ‘Like what?’

      ‘Your beautiful dark eyes will turn square and your brain will frazzle up and die.’

      Tiana wrinkled her little nose. ‘Don’t be silly!’

      ‘I’m being absolutely serious. You should be outside and running around like I was at your age.’

      ‘Oh, you’re so old sometimes!’ Tiana said with a little laugh.

      ‘Maybe I am,’ Milo said, ‘but you should take advantage of that and learn from me.’ He shook his head. He was beginning to sound old even to himself now. ‘Come on – helmet on!’ Milo ordered as they walked towards the moped.

      ‘Do I have to?’ Tiana protested.

      ‘You most certainly do.’

      ‘But I want to feel the wind in my hair,’ she said.

      ‘If you want to feel the wind in your hair, it’ll be a very long walk home.’

      She pouted but then placed the helmet firmly on her head and Milo helped her with the strap. Then they both hopped on and took off. Milo took the roads a little slower when Tiana was riding behind him. He loved to speed around the island when he was on his own, careening around the bends a little too fast sometimes and speeding down the hills towards the sea but he was the perfect rider when Tiana was with him and he never took any unnecessary chances.

      Feeling the tightness of her little hands on his waist, he smiled.

      ‘You okay?’ he shouted and he felt her squeeze his belly in affirmative response. They rode through another village, scattering a group of children who were kicking a football around and then they ascended into the hills before coming to a stop at last.

      Their house was like most of the others on the island: small, square and white but, over the years, they’d put their own stamp on it, painting the three tiny bedrooms, living room and kitchen in cheering yellows and vibrant reds apart from Tiana’s bedroom which – like the bedrooms of almost every other ten-year-old girl around the world – was a symphony of pink. Milo remembered the weekend they’d chosen the pots of pink paint together and had spent two whole days getting just as much paint on themselves as on the walls.

      The furniture around the house was simple wooden hand-me-down pieces which weren’t worth a lot of money but were good and sturdy. His favourite piece was a rather fine rocking chair by the fire which had been rocked by at least four generations of Galanis. He adored that old chair.

      But it was the garden which was Milo’s real forte. He’d planted it with flowers, fruit bushes and vegetables. One of the perks of his job at the Villa Argenti was that his pockets would often be stuffed with seeds taken from the garden he’d created there and he’d replicated some of the borders at the villa in miniature in his own back garden for Tiana. Even though he spent all day working in one garden, he couldn’t resist tinkering around in his own once he got home, only he really didn’t have time for that tonight. There were the morning dishes to wash, dinner to prepare, the ironing to do and heaven only knew that the little house hadn’t seen the sight of a vacuum cleaner for a good many days.

      Walking into the kitchen together, he watched as Tiana reached into a cupboard for her favourite pink glass before filling it with pineapple juice from the fridge. She took it to the table and sipped it thoughtfully. It was a routine that Milo observed every day and never tired of. What a little miracle she was, he thought, and how wonderful that she had come into his life.

      She looked up at him with her large dark eyes and smiled. ‘What is it?’ She was at the age where he could no longer just stare at her without her asking him what he was doing or thinking or plotting.

      ‘It’s nothing,’ he said.

      She didn’t look convinced. ‘Tell me!’

      He shrugged but then said, ‘You are happy here, aren’t you, Tiana?’

      She sighed. ‘Of course I am,’ she said. ‘Why do you always ask me that?’

      ‘Because I worry.’

      ‘What about?’

      ‘Everything. I worry that you’re not happy living with me. I worry that you’re not happy living here. I mean, are you sure you wouldn’t want to live somewhere else?’

      ‘Like where?’

      ‘Like the mainland.’

      She shook her head and took another sip of her pineapple juice. ‘Why would I want to live there?’

      ‘No reason.’

      ‘You said it was horrible there. You said it was dirty and smelly and noisy.’

      ‘It is.’

      ‘So why would I want to live there? You’re not going to send me there, are you? We’re not leaving here, are we?’ she asked, her eyes filled with anxiety.

      ‘No, we’re not leaving here.’

      ‘Well, then,’ she said with a little shrug before finishing her juice and leaving the table. ‘I’m going on the computer,’ she added as she left the room.

      ‘No, Tiana! You’ve spent quite enough time on there already for one day.’

      ‘But I need to. It’s for my homework!’

      ‘Well, I’m timing you. Make sure it’s just your homework you’re doing and remember I’ll be checking up on you.’

      ‘No, you won’t. You’ll go out in the garden and forget all about me!’

      ‘I will not, you cheeky miss!’ Milo shook his head. Honestly, his little sister could be so astute sometimes.

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