Chapter Twenty-One
NicoIt’s a little after nine when I return from my enforced breakfast with a bag of groceries for the fridge. Alison is working so hard now, during the lead-up to harvest, that I try and help where I can. I still cook for s**t, and I probably got too many frozen meals, but she’s never complained. I think, I hope, she’s grateful to have one less thing on her plate.
She’s sitting at her laptop futzing with the spreadsheet I helped her make for all the different barrels she wants to use with this year’s harvest. I don’t honestly know how much will actually get released, but she’s got good instincts about testing the capacity of the grapes. It’s not like there’s a history of the vineyard she can study, and see what’s worked in past years. We’re- she’s starting off fresh he
