Chapter 19
Atlanta, GA
Philip
SATURDAY EVENING CHARLES and I arrived in midtown at the appointed time. It was the first time we’d been back to the town house since we’d sold the place to Richard and Bruce.
Bruce greeted us at the door and suggested that we go up to the study so we could all be convenient to the kitchen, where Joe was hard at work. We followed Bruce upstairs, where we found Joe at the counter, wearing an apron and stirring something on the stove. John, similarly attired, was nearby working on a salad.
Charles set four bottles of wine on the counter, saying, “We brought two each of a red and a white, just in case. All of the bottles are fresh from our wine cellar.”
Joe examined the bottles and said, “Wow, Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio. That’s the best, but I don’t reco
