Chapter 42After things had settled down, the waiter finally brought glasses and a bottle of Riesling, and we sat at the table. The waiter poured, and Solomon raised his glass in a toast.
"To friendships, old and new." He tipped his glass to Laurel and then to me. "There is no greater treasure in this life. No greater wonder."
We all clinked glasses and sipped the wine. I closed my eyes, savoring the rich, fruity taste...the warmth as it rolled down my throat and into my belly.
I had another swallow, then put my glass on the table and sat back, feeling languid. Realizing as I did so that I ought to be less at ease...but not much caring. It seemed like I'd been in a constant state of alarm forever; I didn't think it would kill me to relax for five minutes.
Cassandra sat back, too,
