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"So?"

"So, he's a nice Greek boy. Come home now, so you can meet him."

"Dad, I'm not coming home from Tampa just so I can meet some guy."

"But he's Greek," her father said. "He goes to Embryaddle. The
aeronautical school. Why waste time? Let's get started."

"Started?"

"Well you know what I mean, Lisa. Poupa says he's a "I know. A nice
Greek boy. Okay, I'll meet him. But not now. Reschedule it.

He's not going anywhere."

Steno, worried that this nice Greek boy might get away before Lisa
could snare him, reluctantly agreed.

On the following Monday night Lisa and her father went to Lenny's
Barbecue Pit on Atlantic Avenue in Daytona Beach, where Kosta worked as
a waiter to help with school expenses. Kosta greeted them at their
table, shaking Lisa's hand somewhat shyly. He's as embarrassed by all
of this as I am, Lisa thought. Kosta was six foot two, with the
straight-backed posture of an army cadet. Dark-haired Greek Boy and
handsome, he had a sweet face, with innocent Bambi eyes, and lush
lashes that blinked often. When he shrugged his shoulders he looked
like a teenager. He would probably have looked even younger, except
for his trim dark mustache, which seemed to hide his feelings. He
waited on Lisa and Steno graciously, made smiling eyes at Lisa, and was
altogether as charming as a televised game show host. At one point he
leaned over and, in his thick Greek accent, whispered in Lisa's ear,
"I'm the nice Greek boy. Are you the nice Greek girl I've heard so
much about?" He made her laugh.

Lisa, who once had vowed never to marry a man from Greece, had to admit
that this man from Greece was good looking, as advertised, that he was
smart and funny, and that she liked him, even if he was picked out by
Aunt Poupa, who knew nothing of Lisa's taste in men. His English was
decent, and when he made a mistake in pronunciation, it was adorable.

The morning after the meeting at Lenny's, Poupa called Lisa at the
office. "What did you think of Kosta?" she asked.

"He was fine," Lisa said. "What do you think he thought of me?"

"Wait a minute," Poupa said. "I'll ask him."

"You'll ask him?"