Andrew took a sip of his coffee and proceeded. ‘George was
the younger of four, all boys. As you have probably gathered from our last
name, we are of Greek decent. First generation, our parents moved to New York
in the seventies. Old fashioned, from a tiny village in Crete. Beautiful place,
paradise on earth even if I say so, but very conservative. George’s was a wild
child. Alcohol, drugs, partying, multiple boyfriends. My mum did not approve.
She wanted him to find a good Greek boy and settle down taking over our dad’s chain
of Greek restaurants.’
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