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"He's right here," Poupa said.

"Oh, for goodness' sake, Poupa. Then you might as well put him on the
phone. We don't need an interpreter."

Kosta came to the phone, and the two young people made a date to meet
for dinner. Alone.

They ate dinner later that week at Bennigan's, a funky chain
establishment, which gave the date the informality that Lisa wanted.

Kosta, well mannered as a prince, held Lisa's chair for her and ordered
for her. He listened patiently while Lisa talked about her family, the
arcade business, her college years in Tampa, and her brother, Dina.

Dina, four years younger, was the light of Lisa's life, and she was
inclined to go on at length about what a great kid he was.

Then Kosta told her about himself. He was twenty-five years old.

He had grown up in Pefki, a suburb of Athens, he said. His
grandparents, in the Greek town of Tripoli, aised potatoes. But his
father had gotten away from potaoes and now worked for Olympic
Airways.

In fact, Kosta's family, while not rich like Lisa's, was well off, and
they lived in a fine house. Kosta had gone to private school in
,Greece, but after his junior year had made up his mind to finish high
school in the United States.

"I've got four uncles in Chicago," he explained, and he rattled off the
names of the uncles and their wives and their children, not that Lisa
could keep them straight. They were all named Poulos, a shortened form
of Fotopoulos.

The uncles, he said, had gone to Australia first, where they had all
made money. Then they had all come to the United States and settled in
Aurora, outside of Chicago.

"They all own restaurants," Kosta said. He smiled.

"Every Greek in Chicago owns a restaurant."

"I know," Lisa said. "Every Greek in Daytona owns a sift shop."

So, just before his senior year, Kosta had come to Chicago and moved in
with his uncle Harry. While he went to Aurora high school and then to
Lewis University, Kosta worked at his uncle's pancake house.