Good Morning Corfu by David A. Ross

Author:David A. Ross
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Personal Memoirs, PHILOSOPHY / Aesthetics, TRAVEL / Europe / Greece
Publisher: Open Books

A MYSTERIOUS KEY

ON A COLD AND RAINY AFTERNOON in mid-December 2004, K. and I wandered into the Navigator's Pub in Kontokali for a glass of wine and a little company. Finding our good friend Phil there, we joined him at a table near the fireplace and ordered our drinks.

We particularly like going to this pub on rainy winter afternoons because it is warm and intimate. Many of the village locals pass their winter afternoons there, as well as a few Greeks, because it breaks up the monotony of those seemingly endless gray winter days. This day seemed no different than others we'd spent their, swapping stories, complaining about the weather, and about leaky roofs, or telling a few jokes.

Not long after we'd arrived, the owner of the pub came up to us and handed us a piece of paper rolled up into a cylinder and tied closed with a blue ribbon. He handed one to Phil as well. "What's this?" we asked, and, with a cat-who-ate-the-mouse look on his face, he said he was not at liberty to say. "Should we open it?" we asked, and he nodded as he turned and walked back to the bar.

K. unfastened the ribbon, as did Phil with his scroll, and each began to read the message inside. "What is it?" I asked.

"It's an invitation," she said. "And there's a key inside."

"What sort of invitation?" I asked.

"It's to a party," she said, holding up the key.

I looked questioningly at Phil, as I knew him to be a notorious prankster. "Did you have something to do with this?" I asked. He assured me that he did not, and that his invitation was the same as ours. He held up his key and shrugged his shoulders. The invitation read: "Your presence is kindly requested at the Navigator's Pub on 27 December, 2004 at nine o'clock sharp. Dress is to be festive."

I looked first at Phil, then at K.. We were each at a loss concerning the curious invitation as it had defined neither the occasion we would apparently be marking, nor who had sent out the summons. What the mysterious key might open, we had no clue.

On the appointed evening, still quite in the dark as to what we might be in for, K. and I presented ourselves at the Navigator's at the appropriate time. Of course we'd engaged in endless speculation during the two weeks prior as to what might be in store for us, as well as from whom the invitation had come. We knew that Phil had also received an invitation, but we knew of no one else who had, and the key remained the biggest mystery of all.

When we arrived at the Navigator's, the owner seated us at a long table set for eight. K. and I were apparently the first to arrive, so we sat alone and speculated that the whole thing might just be some elaborate hoax played upon us by Phil, but that notion was quickly dispelled when Phil came through the door looking more dapper than we'd ever seen him look.

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