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And then there were Gary and Louise, The Tasting Room owners, who grew grapes in the backyard, grapes that led to arguably the most scrumptious sparkling wine you’ve ever tasted—inarguably, if you asked either of them. No one did. They just drank.
Everyone hugged everyone hello, no one, thankfully, asking about the wedding.
“Look who’s here,” Finn said.
He motioned toward the back door, and I followed his eyes to see my mother sneaking in. She had on a long white dress, Bobby by her side, looking dapper in his sports coat and tie. Jacob McCarthy walked in behind them, looking un-dapper in jeans and another of those zipper cashmere sweaters.
“I’m glad she showed up,” Finn said.
I pointed in Jacob’s direction. “Are you glad he did?”
My mother waved as she moved closer to us, Bobby walking up behind her.
My mother wrapped her arms around my shoulders, like it had been ten months since we had seen each other, not ten hours. “You snuck out,” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were leaving?”
“We didn’t think you were coming,” I said. My eyes were on Jacob, who’d moved across the room toward my father and was saying a friendly hello.
My mother looked offended. “Of course I was coming. Margaret needed to talk to me. And then I was getting the twins off for the day. They had to eat, didn’t they?”
“Someone else has to eat!” Louise said, running over, kissing my mother. Giving me a hearty squeeze, then a second one. “Do they not feed you in Los Angeles?”
Louise was a large woman, in every way: her stature, her kindness, her love of wine. I had never seen her completely sober, now being no exception. She held a mostly finished jelly jar of wine in her hand.
“I guess that’s what you get for becoming a big-city girl,” Louise said.
“Weight Watchers?” Finn said.
“Exactly.” She laughed.
Bobby put his hand on my shoulder. “She’s about to get even more big city. She is a very important real estate lawyer. And she’s moving to London with her amazing fiancé.”
He was trying to help. As usual, he was doing the opposite.
“Okay, folks, let’s get this started!” Gary said.
He clapped his hands together, excitedly, and motioned to my father.
My father put the barrel by the table, pausing for dramatic effect. Then he took out his thief to a loud cheer.
My father’s thief. A winemaker’s tool that he used to extract wine. It looked like a swirly straw. And, in many ways, it was. My father put the thief into the top of the barrel, sucking from the free end of it to pull enough wine from the barrel to give everyone a taste. Everyone was quiet suddenly, like we were in a library. Then he gently pulled on the thief, filled glasses for everyone.
As he finished, the Dorks erupted in a cheer, Finn stepping forward to distribute the glasses.
My mother usually served the wine, which led me to look around the room for her. She was standing in the corner, hiding by the tall soda maker, like she wanted to disappear into it.
I was so busy staring at her that I didn’t see Jacob move in front of me, holding glasses of wine, making it hard to escape.
Jacob held a glass in my direction. “Hey, there,” he said.
“What are you doing here, Jacob?”
“Your father invited me.”
I took the wine from him. “He was just trying to be nice,” I said.
He smiled. “Then he succeeded,” he said.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Gary called out again. “If you’d please shut it!”
