I watched the smoke from his chimney and thought about how nice it was not to cook outside like most of the people in our city (“Ancient Daily Life”). The yummy food that my mother and her slaves made caused me to think of abandoning Maximos and running back home for some wheat bread, which was a luxury for us, and some goat’s milk and cheese (Olympia-Greece.org). We always ate breakfast as sunrise, but this morning I had not eaten enough (Olympia-Greece.org).
Maximos’ mother suddenly emerged from her gynaeceum, which was her master bedroom (“Ancient Daily Life”). She saw me and looked surprised.
“Angelos! What are you doing standing in my