𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌 . bob dylan

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JANUARY 7, 1966

Bob took his guitar and one half-empty suitcase to Greece. Magda considered taking nothing at all except her pounding heart, but Bobby moved her hands along to pack a few changes of clothes and her toothbrush, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

They took a late plane, and there was nothing outside except a few blinking lights. Bobby held onto her hand, and for the first time in their relationship, they had a photograph rudely taken of them. Since 1963, Bob had pictures taken of him, but it had been a long time. He still saw camera clicks when he went to the supermarket and definitely when he was on tour, but never when he was with his beautiful Magda.

"Mr. Dylan, is that your wife?" A small man with a pocket-notebook asked, pointing at her instead of looking.

"No, she just won the look-alike contest." Bob said, his face unmoving. Maggie couldn't bite down her smile, so she just looked out the window. Bob squeezed her hand.

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HYDRA, GREECE: JANUARY 8

The houses were white and square, made from sun-dried clay so many years ago. The streets were made off uneven and oblong stones, all different shades of grey. It wasn't the same as the sidewalks in New York, though, it wasn't supposed to be.

Magda and Bobby took many big concrete steps to get to her grandparents home, and Bobby kept dramatically panting to get her to stop looking so worried. She'd crack a smile, but her hands were shaking at the prospect of seeing her family.

The sun was shining and it touched Maggie's skin just the same way it did during those New York springs and summers. Bob hid his smile from her.

"It's just here. No more stairs."

They passed young girls walking home from their classes and even younger groups of boys–just older than babies–laughing, entirely oblivious to the pair.

Maggie knocked on the old cracking wood, and she could hear the men–young and old–on the other side. Their chattering stopped, their game of cards paused.

The door opened, and Magda's cousin, Constantine, opened it. The last time they'd seen each other, Magda was still a teenager, freshly admitted to college. She'd gotten an inch taller, or it seemed, and now she had an odd American boy with her?

"Magda, oh, it's been so long." Constantine pressed a strong hand to her hair, and scooped her up in his arms. Constantine had gotten bigger himself–he and Magda were the same age–and he had gotten strong, no doubt a worker by the water. A fisherman to help tug in boats and yank nets full of fish. He'd picked her entirely up from the ground with ease!

Magda giggled at her cousin, and he set her down. "My, Connie, you have gotten a foot taller since the last time I saw you. You look like a real man." Constance punched her arm in jest.

"Connie, this is my boyfriend, Bob." They shook hands. Bobby was suddenly quiet, just looking at him.

Conny tipped his head towards the door, "Magda's got herself a boy!"

Maggie's younger cousin hurried to the door and gave Mag a kiss on the cheek. He was much different, too. "Hello, Magda. It's nice to see you."