“Daughter,” Yannis said sternly, “it is not fitting you come here. Please send another nephew if you have one.” The hint of a smile played around her lips… Apart from the rustle of bougainvillaea leaves and the repetitive song of a mistle thrush, a thick silence descended. Yannis said, “However, you must convey my order for tools. Hammer, crowbar, and bolster. You know what a bolster is?”