When the sun had turned their bedroom into a furnace and the stone floor felt warm underfoot, she had the idea in the midst of the day. After spending the morning checking the vineyard for storm damage from the rain the day before, the humidity now covered everything like a soggy blanket, making even the most basic movements seem laborious and slow.
Lila stood by the window of their bedroom, looking out at the small reservoir that provided water for their irrigation system. A twenty-foot-wide pond lined with concrete that was carved into the hillside above their property to provide water to the vines below was not particularly attractive. Nonetheless, the water was serene and pleasant, and more importantly, the village below could not see it at all.
"I have an idea," she said.
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