Chapter 16
When they returned to the house, Sofia went to look in on Nana. She was sleeping fitfully. She shooed Duane away and sat beside her. It was over an hour before Nana awoke.
“Still not dead yet,” Nana greeted her.
“I’m not a ghoul. I’m worried.”
“About what?”
“About you. About the winery. About Duane.”
“Mr. Jenkins strikes me as a young man very skilled at taking care of himself.”
She helped Nana struggle a little higher on the pillow.
“It will just take him some time to see the wider picture of how much he already cares about you.”
“Okay. Now I’m more worried about Duane.”
“You have the same problem, but you’ll get over it. It only takes time.” Nana signaled toward the glass of water at her bedside.
Sofia fetched it, unnerved by Nana needing even that small bit of help
