And while Persephone started reading at the other side of the yard, Frouli secretly asked ‘Have you already been to Kyriakos grave? You know..., your predecessor.’ Frouli’s breath smelled of polyester. 

‘Any idea how he got to his ending?’ I kept staring before me, a trick I learned from Persephone.

‘Struck by lightning’ she whispered. ‘Shit happens, when mortals measure themselves with gods. Or in your case: suicide repeats itself, once it runs in the family.’

Impulsively I grabbed Frouli by her Tyrolean haircut and threw her on the ground.  

To my disappointment she remained lifeless. ‘I’m your only friend’ was the sentence I wanted her to end with. In the distance I saw Persephone reading. I was already beginning to miss her.

Reverently I put Frouli back in her chair. 

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