Hello, here another 2 chapters story for the Greeks and it takes place on a raining weekend, two years after the events of Forever Family.

I can say much more, since the summary already did that, so i wish you a great reading time and a good evening.

Have fun

Dr. Serpico.

RAINING SATURDAY

Rain on a Saturday in Chicago could ruin any city resident's day and by the heavy rain that poured on the streets it most likely had as not a lot of people were out, which was a huge disappointment as for the week earlier was warm and sunny the sudden downpour was a complete heartbreak. For the two older Greeks who ran the Greek restaurant Zorbas, they sensed winter was on its way to blanket Chicago in cold and misery.

Inside Zorba´s, Kosta and Maria Portakalos sat in a booth looking around their empty restaurant and sighed heavily. It was rare for them to have hardly any patrons to their well-known Greek business so they started doing their books and making a list of supplies that they needed to run their business.

For Kosta, it was good that the restaurant was empty he had been feeling depressed that his mood was caused by a cold that was brought on by the cold weather, as they sat watching the rain pound on the glass.

"Achoo!" Kosta coughed out as, he sneezed closing his eyes in pain as his sinus pressure throbbed inside his head.

"Why didn't you stay home, Gus!" Maria complained handing her husband a few tissues for his nose. "You heard the doctor. You have a cold and you should have stayed in bed."

"You couldn't run the restaurant by yourself."

"I wouldn't be by myself." Maria stated as the soft clinks from the kitchen as their son Nick worked in the kitchen cleaning the few dishes that were used throughout the day.

"Achoo!" Kosta said again covering his face with one of the tissues that Maria had given him. "I hate the rain." He muttered blowing his nose quickly before tossing the used tissue in the wastebasket that sat next to them for that reason. Maria looked at her husband, slumped her shoulders and while staring out the window let out a mournful sigh. "What's the matter, Maria?"

"Nothing," Maria said shaking her head. "Nothing at all." Gus gave his wife a stern look and Maria sighed again. "I always get depressed when it rains this hard."

"Everyone gets depressed when it rains hard. But us Greeks seemed to get very depressed. Because when it rain this, back in the day, Greeks weren't allowed to even fish. The only good that comes from this rain is water for the plants."

Maria nodded knowingly. As the clinks from the kitchen stopped their son Nick walked out drying his hands off from a towel and hanging up his apron next to the kitchen door. "Heading out ma," he said walking over and kissing her gently on the forehead. "I'll be back in an hour. Or unless you start getting customers give me a call."

"Will do Nick." Maria grinned kissing her son on the cheek. She watched as her only son grabbed his large jacket and walked out of the restaurant and into the rain. "My, he's gotten a lot braver since he was a child." She said smiling her eyes sparkling at distant memories flooding into her mind.

"What do you mean?" Gus asked wiping his nose with another tissue. "Nick always loved this kind of weather."

"Don't you remember?" She asked her eyes now full of curiosity. "Don't you remember back when he was ten? We had that major storm that knocked out the power for half the night and he cried for several hours?"

Gus shook his head slowly and after sneezing into a tissue looked at his wife. "Not that was Athena and Toula who cried. Nick slept through it like his ancestor Alexander the Great." Maria sighed and shook her head. She knew better then to argue with her husband when it came to his great ancestor.

"You're right, Kosta." Maria smiled gently patting his hand. "You're always right."

"Of course I'm right." Gus beamed before letting another sneeze blow into a tissue. "I'm Greek!" Maria and Gus chuckled for a bit before a loud crash of thunder shook the tiny building.

"What do you think that means?" Maria asked not wanting to let her husband know she was a little frightened with the storm.

"I believe that Zeus is furious with something that we're not doing." Gus said seeing a flash of lightning fly across the sky. "But don't worry, Maria." Gus smiled as he could see the fear flashing in his wife's eyes. "He won't bother us."

"You know what I think?" Maria asked and Gus nodded wiping his nose with yet another tissue. "I think it's him letting those we lost to cry for us. I mean we have lost so much in these last couple of years that our loved ones are now returning our tears, watering the earth so that new life can begin. That way we can see their beauty everywhere around us."

Gus looked at the table as he wife finished speaking. He didn't want to say anything because to him, everything made sense to him. But after sitting in the quiet building for another few minutes Gus looked up and said very calmly. "You know, I believe you're right." With that his wife smiled brightly and warmly. ''but I still thik Paris should have come this weekend to help us out, what is she doing at the college anyway?'' he asked and the wife just shook her head annoyed.

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In Northwestern, Paris has spent the whole morning in front of the computer and her cellphone, in fact, it has just passed lunch time and she hadn't left her dormitory.

When she was little, she remembered that she loved those kind of days, sometimes, when it was really cold, her parents let her skip school and while Ian gone work, Paris and her mother stay in home, doing mother daughter stuff. It was one of the things she missed the most, when starting rain.

With an annoyed sigh, she looked toward the window and was still pouring, making her regret deciding not going home this weekend. She thought about her father, Ian was probably alone at home, just with Patches for a company, or at least, had invited Mike or Nick to watch the games.

She looked sadly at the picture of her parents at the nightstand and took another sad sigh, if her mother was alive, she would probably be in NYU right now and at home, her parents would probably been watching TV, or her mom would be cooking something, while her dad would be working, no not working, Ian´s habit of bring work to home was new, so they would be probably enjoying themselvs. Whatever the case, the pouring rain wasn't improving her mood in any way, so she decided to call her dad, to ask him something, when suddenly, the door opened and her friend Beth come in, with an umbrella and a beg.

'' if it keeps raining like that, Chicago will stay underwater'' she complained

''it admires me how you had the courage to go out, I forgot my jacket at home and I'm freezing'' Paris stated ''hey, there´s a bit of Spanakopita at the fridge''

''thanks. Paris, are you okay?'' she asked a bit worried

''yeah!'' the other girl smiled ''I'm just a bit worry, my aunt said my grandfather is having a bit of cold, so I got worry''

''oh, Poor Mr. Portokalos, I hope he got better soon'' Beth patted her shoulder, but when Paris keep staring back at the phone, Beth sit beside her friend ''what is bothering you? It´s Clark again?'' she teased

''what? No! I don´t want to hear about him ever again'' Paris exclaimed ''actually I was thinking about my mom, I miss her, especially when it´s rain''

''oh…'' Elizabeth didn´t knew what to say ''you never did actually told me what have happened between you and Clark'' the other girl said trying to change the subject and in response Paris started to tell.

Everything had happened during the Autumn break, when Paris get home for a week of resting with her family, she got a messenger from Clark, saying he wanted to broke up, once he was in love with someone else, who by the way he was cheating Paris with.

''oh God! Paris, I'm so sorry'' Beth said

''yeah, well, water under the bridge, as my mom would say. It was hard however to convince Uncle Nick to not punch him on the face''

''it would be well deserved'' the friend agree ''hey, let's go down to the cafeteria and have a cup of tea?''

''great idea'' Paris agreed and go to the bathroom to change her cloths.

The best thing of a raining day, Paris conclude, was to have some company to share your thoughts and what makes her sad that day was to know her dad has no one to share the wet day with.