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The sunlight flashed off the broad grape leaves, barely reaching the clusters of fruit that hung underneath. Weeks remained before those grapes would be ready to be picked, but they were still beautiful, tantalizing. Roberto had given Cat his usual Monday report, letting her know what he thought the yield for each of the varieties would be, but he and Miguel had left about a half hour before. Now she walked amongst the vines, letting the warmth of the sun do its best to work out some of the kinks in her neck. She’d put in a good six hours’ worth of work on her tapestry today, but she’d been glad of the interruption Roberto had provided. It was time to set aside her needles and scissors and go outside, try to clear her head a bit.
Loc had been absent all day, and now that it was nearly
