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DINNER AT CHATEAU CUISINE
DR. NICHOLSON
Present
I sipped the glass of wine I’d ordered. It was an expensive vintage, the bouquet excellent. I could taste the grape which had been fermented over a period of fifty years sliding over my tongue like smooth silk.
I closed my eyes and savored the memory of the woman who had taught me to drink wine, to appreciate the art that went into making every bottle. The ingenuity of all the people involved to make something that seemed so simple at its heart. “You have to take the moment, Bryce, know that hours and hours of work went into it. You can taste the passion then. Just like our science, you can taste the passion in the end result.”
Drifting into the memory, I hoped to see her face. It faded more with every passing year.
As I exhaled, I g
