Chapter 61 (cont'd)
Friday night, Sam and Simmy went on a bike ride around the neighborhood. They were nearing the house with the snappy chihuahua, when Simmy sniffed the air and thought... wine...
"I think I smell wine, Sam."
She turned her bike around and Sam followed. As she drove by the house, the garage door was open and a small group of Italians were gathered around a wine press.
Simmy brazenly rode her bike up to the door of the garage, got off, and invited herself into the group.
Anna didn't immediately recognize her because she was so used to seeing Simmy on her bike. Nick, her husband, stood back shyly.
After some introductions, the friend who was pressing the grapes tried to explain the process of wine-making in his broken English.
Sam seemed to catch on immediately. Simmy had studied the process, intellectually, but hadn't seen a 'hands on garage master' type of production before.
After a few minutes, Anna put a bottle of the homemade brew into Simmy's hands and they went on their way.
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