"Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon."
I repeated the word in my head several times, and my eyes narrowed as I focused.
"I should be able to remember it," I told myself unconvincingly.
The wine I had taken off Nicholas' shelf turned out to be fantastic, the best wine I've ever had in my life.
I was a fan of cigars, but I wasn't a smoker. Not that I had anything against smoking, but for pleasure when sex or a fight was not around the corner, I preferred to have a drink, not the bitter stuff that most people down, but something sweet and accompanied by that burning sensation.
Old people drank bitter and sweet liquids to cope with their misery, and I wasn't one of them.
"Let me just write this down."
Taking out my phone, I texted the name of the drink to Martha and Annie.
Forgetting Carmine and Delie, I thought of the older woman wearing only thongs, stooping as she served me the wine.
"I need to get back home."
