The Sweet Smell of New WineThe next day I resumed my tour of the vineyards and estate property beyond the vines. I had much on my mind. I knew how Nonno Filippo had died, and why, if you could say that the sudden discovery of a half-brother and half-sister would be “why” he died.
It seemed so ironic, the way Vito and my grandfather had played together as children so many years ago. Then, as they grew up, each assumed different roles, but still in the same enterprise, an enterprise that was a blend of family and business. Maybe that's the way it is, inevitably, with Italian families, I thought. Business is so often shared with family, and family ties can make or break a business.
Thinking of Santo and Rita, I couldn't decide what I'd tell them. The rest of the family members and the emplo
