I’m coming back from the cellars. I’ve tried to play it safe. I’ve opted for a Château-Yquem. I couldn’t find a 1995, but I guess a 2001 should do the trick. Even if we are talking about Ingrid here.
Fingers crossed that she won’t go nuts again and tell me I don’t know what I’m doing. I’d hate to see Harold tell James that his lessons have been useless. I’m not alone in this. I have to get this right.
I head over to Ingrid at the bar. She watches me approach. I notice she has a skeptical look on her face… until she sees the label on the bottle. She’s smiling, but I am unable to discern if it’s a pleasant smile or a nasty one…
You shouldn’t judge people too quickly. I know that Ingrid hasn’t been particularly kind to me so far, but she may have some surprises in store for me yet! After a
