Chapter 4I ended up following Donnie down Highway 4 to his little house outside Copperopolis. “I lived in Stockton for a few years,” he told me after we went inside. “Then I landed my first winery job and moved closer. Got this place on a foreclosure sale about a year ago. It’s not much, but I’ve got an acre of land to do something with someday.”
“An acre?! Wow, you could have a hell of a garden,” I said wistfully. “It’s way more than I’ve got, anyway. I’m still in the same one-bedroom apartment I rented when I first got to LA. Less than a mile from Century City, though.”
“Oh, wow, do you walk to work?”
“Not as often as I should,” I said. “You sure this is okay? I mean, I guess you weren’t planning on having company for dinner.”
He smiled, one hand on the refrigerator door handle and t
