Vaso is one of a disappearing generation. She's a tough nut. Works very hard, drinks hard, smokes like a chimney and watches over every penny. And she is very clued in. Watches the news every night and handles her money shrewdly.
She always entertains us with stories from the past. Her childhood was harsh and she worked long days from a very young age herding goats and working in the fields, those of the family and the neighbours if they were paying. Her memory is sharp and the tales she tells of life on a small holding and how they survived are tales of a generation just after the war, just able to live on what they produced or made for themselves. Some days all they ate were a few walnuts, mandarins or even the juice and flesh of their lemons. The milk from their goats and the egss from their chooks were sold to buy essentials for the large family.
Her working mode is so different from her Sunday-going-to-church look. Vaso 'cleans up' nicely and looks extremely chic at weddings and funerals.
Her son is in the navy, like K was, and is a good friend of ours. He was Quartermaster at the Navy base here before he was transferred to Athens. She also has two daughters, one is a high school teacher and the other the chief of police on the island of Lefkada. Vaso was determined they should all get educated and have good jobs.
The day turned into night and it was after many many hours that K's friends finally wobbled off on their motorbikes.