A Bottle of Chardonnay & Memories

“Jess? What are you doing here?” Martin put down the books he was holding and signaled to his assistant Kenny to take over with checking out of the items. He slid out of the cashier table and stumbled as he paced to meet me by the entrance door.  Tucking a few strands of hair behind …

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