Casta had been concerned
about Stepan for some weeks now. The problem started at about the same time as
Dymas’s wedding and Alcandor’s stroke, but things had worsened during the past
few weeks.
Stepan was distracted and
moody and often snapped at her. He also frequently lost patience with Cynthia.
At other times he was the exact opposite and almost smothered his wife and
daughter with concern. Even this troubled Casta as it wasn’t an affectionate concern,
but a concern seemingly driven by some kind of inner fear. His moodiness
frightened her.
He wanted to know where she
and Cynthia were at all times, not letting them out of his sight. When dropping
Casta at Caterina’s house, he took great pains to make sure the women of the
family kept a close eye on her, and he was adamant that he didn’t want Cynthia
to be left to play outside unsupervised. Caterina and the other women were also
aware of this, and put it down to excessive worry about Alcandor and Casta’s
advancing pregnancy.
Stepan began to increase
the time he spent with Alcandor, and always in private. He came to pick up
Casta every evening and spoke with his father before they left for home. Stepan
now closed the door during these visits, which everyone thought strange. All
the family spent time privately with Alcandor after his stroke, but the bedroom
door was always left open. No one ever thought about shutting it until Stepan
started to, and then it was noticed.
Everyone was puzzled by it.
After all, when the door was open you couldn’t hear conversations clearly,
unless the voices were raised, because the room was at the far end of the
house. It just didn’t make sense.
Caterina wanted to stop
these sessions between her husband and son, as Alcandor was always upset
afterwards. She was surprised that she could feel such anger towards her own
son, but her husband’s wellbeing greatly concerned her.
‘Do you want me to do
something about these visits with Stepan?’ she asked Alcandor.
Alcandor responded with two
blinks—no, he didn’t want her to do anything about Stepan’s visits.
‘Are you happy that Stepan
shuts the door?’ One blink—yes, he was. ‘Would you rather that Stepan left the
door open?’ Two blinks—no, he wanted it shut, too.
‘Do you want to see Stepan
every time he comes?’ One blink—yes, he did.
Occasionally, Casta thought
Stepan’s worries were something to do with work, as she sometimes heard
arguments between her husband and his two employees, Vasilios and Fedor. She
asked him what the quarrels were about but he avoided discussing it.
Stepan had employed
Vasilios and Fedor Chalakas in 1964. It was a good year for them, with Cynthia
being born in March of that same year. Stepan’s business, begun in 1960, was
now flourishing.
Vasilios and Fedor had
become family friends as well as employees, helping Stepan and Casta to build
their house at the front of the workshop. They had often gone out with Stepan
after work and sometimes joined Casta and Stepan for lunch. Occasionally, the
three men had gone to the local football games together on the weekend to cheer
on Stepan’s friends who were still in the game. Stepan hadn’t lost his passion
for the game that had captivated him when he first came to Australia, although
he no longer played. His family and his business were his priorities now,
though he still loved to watch the game with as much passion as ever.
It troubled Casta that
these two young men who had contributed so much to the success of her husband’s
workshop, now seemed to be quarrelling with him so often. What had gone wrong
to cause such friction?
Once, she asked Stepan to
invite Fedor and Vasilios home for lunch again as they used to, but he reacted
angrily. ‘They will never set foot inside our house again,’ he declared. ‘I’ve
fired them both.’
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