There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" asked Anna. "Come in … " So much had happened lately, with having so many visitors after being in solitude for so long, that she was completely overwhelmed. Dr. Tsipras, Father Gregorios, the wounded sailor ... She was not surprised that someone new would now show up. The arched old thick black door opened wide. An elegant looking man stood there dressed in a white shirt and white linen pants, the light from outside was blinding,. Anna had trouble recognizing who this man was. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Do you remember me, Anna?" said the man softly.
She recognized the voice immediately and she stood up.
"Plato! Plato, is that you? Really you? Oh God, I am so happy to see you!" She ran to him and embraced him and then, taking his face in her palms, kissed him on both cheeks. "Oh let me look at you! You look wonderful! So grown up!" she laughed with joy.
"Thank you, Anna... I must say you look as elegant as ever." "Anna?!" the badly wounded sailor groaned, "Anna?!" He repeated, but Anna and Plato were so focused on each other that they did not hear him - distance was also a problem.
"How are you Plato? How are you my dear cousin? And how are your mother and father?"
"Well ... they are fairly well," Plato said, with his worldly voice. "Although as they are getting older, they are having more health problems. Your father is a different story."
"Is there something wrong with my father?" asked an alarmed Anna.
"No, but after he received the letter-"
"The letter? What letter?"
"The one you supposedly wrote, saying you didn't ever want to see him again."
"But I ... I ..." Anna was speechless.
"He fell into a deep depression and lost interest in life ... Thank God for little
Alexander. Your father loves you, Anna. He loves you so very much. He loves us all. He sent me, because he was still not sure that you want to see him."
"But I never told him I didn't want to see him! How did he get that idea? And Alexander, who is Alexander?" Anna asked. "Is he? Could he be … ?" Suddenly, she felt faint and Plato held her in his arms.
"I am so sorry, Anna, for what you have been through. I am so sorry. I will bring Alexander to you and then you will understand."
"You were always so good, Plato." She embraced him tightly against her body.
"I have missed you so much," she said.
"I too Anna … an awful lot." Breaking away from the embrace, Plato glanced around and commented: