“That was brilliant, but I’ve eaten my fill.”
“I’m pleased. Let’s hit the settee, I can load the dishwasher later.”
She placed a bottle and two glasses on the antique chest used as a coffee table.
“This is your Gigondas, so it should be good.” He declined to tell her it was the shop assistant’s choice, not his. She filled the glasses, and they c*****d them together,
“To us,” she toasted.
“To us,” he agreed.
The Bach Suite ended, and she jumped up to the computer to select something different. It only played for a few notes before he blurted out - “Amy Winehouse! I love her! Lord knows what she’d have achieved without…” His voice trailed away.
“That’s so true, yet just think how many great musicians ended up the victim of drugs.” She lowered her head for a while, such that he asked h
