Chapter Twenty-Two
Macey directs me up a winding old dirt road on Mount Veeder. And a wizened old farmer meets us at a steel gate.
“Bonjour Marcel,” Macey calls as she jumps out of the vehicle. Marcel’s face breaks into a wide smile and he opens his arms wide.
“Bonjour ma petite choux. Comme ça va?”
“Bien, ça va bien, mercí.” She kisses him on both cheeks, and takes him by the hand, bringing him around to my side of the car.
“Marcel, I would like to present to you my friend Austin Case.”
Lover I think darkly.
Marcel’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline, and he rattles off something in French to Macey that I don’t understand - a combination of surprise and agitation.
“Yes, yes, I know. Austin’s different. He appreciates the art of winemaking.”
I do? Macey gives me a sideways look
