Chapter 22 - 2013
Michael’s braised lamb shanks was the winning dish of the evening, and pappou and Lucy rewarded him with a simultaneous kiss on the cheek.
“To my worthy adversaries,” Michael said, raising his glass.
“Mm, this wine’s really good,” Lucy remarked.
“Pappou has his own theory about wine, isn’t that right, pappou?” Michael prodded, but pappou merely smiled.
“What’s that?” Lucy asked.
Pappou shrugged and said, “White wine is like infatuation; red wine is passion, true love.”
“There might be some truth there,” Lucy said, smiling.
“In that case, I’ll get us some more passion.” Michael stood up and fetched another bottle from the wine cooler.
“Tell us about your family, Lucy? Where are you from?” pappou asked.
Lucy dried her lips on the napkin. “That’s a long story.” Her
