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There he washed dishes, cooked, waited on tables. "I did everything,"
he "aid proudly.

Though his accent was thick and he sometimes stumbled over the odd
English word, or filled in with Greek, Kosta was articulate, and he had
a convincing way of telling even the most mundane story. His hands
made shapes in the air as he described his hectic schedule for Lisa.

He made it sound to her as if he had been getting up at four every
morning, working long hours at the pancake house, then going to school,
then returning to work until he closed up the pancake house for the
night.

Kosta certainly seemed like A nice Greek Boy one industrious young
man.

Lisa was impressed.

Steno, her father, had been a hard-working immigrant who had come to
America with nothing and forged his own American dream. It was nice to
see that a young Greek immigrant of her own generation could have
ambition and the same reverence for hard work.

Kosta's real love, he told Lisa, was flying. His shy brown eyes
sparkled as he described his lifelong love of airplanes. Flying
fascinated him, so he had come to Daytona Beach to enroll at
Embry-Riddle Aeronautical School, where he hoped to acquire a master's
degree in aeronautical science.

"Of course school and work take up most of my time, so I'm not looking
for any serious relationship with a woman," Kosta said.

Lisa squirmed in her chair. She hadn't asked him if he was looking for
a serious relationship with a woman.

"The truth is," Kosta said, "I've just broken a girlfriend."

"Broken?" Lisa said, not understanding his strange turn of phrase.

He explained in Greek.

"Oh." Lisa laughed. "You mean broken up. You've broken up with
her."

"Yes. Donna," he explained. He told her that Donna and a few other
people lived in an old house where he rented a room over by Ridgewood
Avenue, a rundown section of Daytona Beach. Even though they were
"broken, "-and now he said it, knowing it was funny Donna would still
live at the house.