Ourania could see miss Meropi trying to peek inside through the windows.
The old lady was a fragile bag of bones, clad in a black onesie, as it was customary to all Greek widows. She was holding a tupper of food, and was the world's most pathetic ninja at that moment.
Of course, Ourania failed to make the connection and did not laugh at all. In fact, due to the spilling microexpressions in her face, you could say she was furious.
Miss Meropi was trying to stretch her aching body to see inside. She wore her glasses, which had a thickness matching the one on the window.
Ourania picked up a dusting feather and crept up to the window. She opened it with a single swipe and began dusting its base.
Miss Meropi was startled and fell back on the porch. The food did not spill.
"Oh hello there," Ourania said casually. Dusting and smiling.
She stood up and dusted herself. "Hello little lady. I brought some food over for Yanni," she said, as if no one had caught anyone sneaking around. "I heard dear Thalia had to go to her parents along with the kids and I said, 'oh that skinny young lad could use a piece of mousaka.' Didn't know there was a woman around," she said with obvious accusation.
"Yes, we have some family troubles from Thalia's side. I'm between jobs at the moment, so I thought I could drop in and take care of my cousin Yanni," Ourania said, hoping that a plausible explanation would quench the gossip around the hood.
Miss Meropi's eyes darted around the inside of the house. Ourania's small frame did little to block the view. "Troubles eh? It's good of you to drop in on your cousin then. You are such a good girl," she said, and squeezed her cheek.
She passed the tupper over though the window.
"Thank you."
"Well, I must be going then. I didn't know that you were staying here, else I would have brought some more mousaka. You look like you need some feeding girl, you're quite thin. I'll have some pita tomorrow for you," she said, inviting herself into more peeking around. She had enough gossip to get her through the day, for now.
Miss Meropi turned around and left slowly, rubbing her hip.
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