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peace would be elusive. Just when the purples, pinks, and oranges of the sky met in an explosion of color, I pressed down and heard the shutter click, and the friend walked across the frame. I chased her through the lens until my brain caught up with my vision. I lowered my camera and found her again. She walked alone, my girl nowhere to be seen. After the camera was secured in my backpack, I ran after her.
    She was nearly to the Agora when she looked around and saw me. I swear she sped up when she did, but my longer legs quickly caught up.
    “Hey,” I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. “You were on the boat. You and your friend.” The way she regarded me said volumes – surprise mixed with contempt, as though I had somehow injured her.
    “Yes,” she turned to face me, looking as though she’d rather spit on me than talk to me. “I came on a boat and I was with someone.”
    I forced a smile, hoping to thaw her chilly reception. “Your friend and I spoke for a while on the ship. I’ve been looking for her ever since. Do you know where I can find her?”
    She gave me a smug smile. “You don’t even know her name, do you?”
    Baby girl , my mind whispered. “I don’t. We were so busy talking, I forgot to ask.”
    “Well, I’m sure if she wanted you to know, she’d have told you. Obviously, she isn’t interested.”
    I ignored her icy tone. “How long are you guys staying?”
    “That’s none of your business.” She spun on her heel to walk away.
    I reached out to her again. “Please, can you just tell me where to find her? If she doesn’t want to talk to me, I won’t bother her.”
    “Oh my God,” she said, pulling away. “You are really thick. Now go away and leave me the hell alone.”
    I let go, but I followed her the rest of the night, hoping she would lead me to her friend. She didn’t. Not long after she left me in the street, she met a Greek man at a waterfront café. The way their hands travelled over each other’s body and their passionate kisses told me it was unlikely my beautiful, baby girl would be joining them. Still, I followed. Three night clubs filled with drunken dancers and flashing lights later, I shadowed the couple until they disappeared behind one of the many blue doors in the middle of town. The man opened the door and chased her inside, pinching at her ass, and my heart dropped.
    This wasn’t where they were staying. I considered waiting for her to leave, but it was two in the morning, and the idea of spending the night crouched on marble stairs seemed unappealing. With my luck, I would have slept through her departure, anyway. I walked the streets back to Ginny’s, despondent and exhausted. Why had the young woman been so angry with me? Had I done something to piss off my dream girl? When she left me standing alone on the ferry, her manner was happy, if regretful. Maybe a little shaken, like me, but not mad at all. If anything, I was the angry one. The way she left me with no way to find her, not even a name to track her down.
     
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    The next morning, after an early swim, I met Ginny for coffee at the port café. It was surprising how quickly I fell back into habits from my youth spent on the island. Even at sixteen, I recognized the magic and power of the sea in the early hours – while the still of dawn kept the surface smooth like glass, the normal dark blue nearing the color of translucent slate if the sun was low. The power of it was enough to feed my soul for the day, and I needed all the strength I could get. The chase was beginning to drain me.
    “So, I thought you said you’d come by the restaurant and help last night,” Ginny said, pulling her straw hat lower to block the sun.
    Shit! Following the friend all night wiped my mind of my obligations. She must have seen the panic in my face.
    “Don’t worry about it. Jennifer was there and she helped us hang the lights and trim the grapevine in the avli.” Suddenly, I didn’t feel so bad. My