Papa opens the 1961 Château Smith Haut Lafitte Marguerite Villa has given him for his birthday. ‘It’s a stunning wine,’ he says, nose deep in his glass. ‘Must have cost her a fair bit,’ Maman says. She brushes invisible crumbs from the tablecloth and returns to the kitchen. The smell of roast beef wafts intoContinue reading “Prologue”
Anne Burchett Writes 