The kiss of merlot

Chapter 1-4

                "Summer days, love stands in place, heat will dance on my lover's face
                Hope my heart won't catch a case, or catch a taste of this love".

It's July 17, 1987 in the summer. The bees are buzzing, the humming birds are fluttering by my window, and the young children are running around the sheets that are  being hung by their mother who is scolding them to calm down.  I'm in my pajamas sitting in my bedroom laying across my nude pink canopy bed listening to the faint sound of the radio from the workers working in my father's vineyard. I arise from my bed struck by curiosity of what the workers are listening to. I gracefully tiptoe to the edge of my balcony trying not to be seen by them. While  listening  in, I hear one of the workers boasting about the song and how she wished she and her husband danced to this song during her wedding and how in love she was with the song. Another worker asked her the name of the song and she then says, " the name of the song is.. Well i actually don't know". I didn't know whether to scream find out, or whether or not to find out myself. I loved the sound of the acoustic guitar. It made my heart flutter like butterflies and made me feel at peace. The ironic part is it's my first time hearing the song. The words of the two singers kind of melted in my mind. The passion between those two were electric and it was so calm and soothing that anyone with a tender heart would just ooze joy from it. I don't understand why I like this song so much but I have to know what its name is. Before I could finish my train of thought my father called me downstairs. I dart to the bottom of the stairwell to greet my father in the kitchen. I see him looking through the cabinets vigorously, like he is looking for something, something important. He goes to scream for me again but before he allows his jawline to move and his lips could purse up to say my name he notices me and ceases to call out for me. He asked me if I saw where he put his medication and I told him he used his last little bit two weeks ago. My father suffers from high blood pressure problems from his days in the mafia and must take medication when he starts to stress or feels like something important is happening. I ask my father if everything is okay and he says yes with a smile. He just got really excited over my brother sending us a postcard from America where he is a foreign exchange student.

My brother Marcello Is 23 and he goes to harvard so we rarely hear from him, so this is exciting news for me too! The postcard says " wish you were here, I met the most wonderful women and are having a baby, hopefully we can get you here soon, Vi amo tutti, Marcello. My father was so excited about hearing he would be becoming a grandfather he started to do the tarantella, and grabbed my hand and insisted I dance with him. We laugh and jump joyously and he asks me If I'd run to the market to get some fruit so that he could make us a yummy dessert with our celebratory feast. I then asked him if there was a specific one he wanted and he said " surprise me". I go upstairs to change out of pajamas since I wouldn't look too sane wondering the streets in my frilly rose-colored nightgown. I changed into this teal and white dress. It's very light and embraces my skin like soft butterfly kisses. I go to grab my shoes but stop and continue going downstairs. I walk through the vineyards because it's peaceful and quiet and the workers won't try to talk to me because it's farther out than the part they are working on. My long coiled hair lifts off my shoulders to dance in the breeze and bounces right back to me and tickles my collarbone and my caramel toned skin glistening  . The light breeze feels good, it smells like something sweet, crepes? Yes, it's crepes, and the person who makes the best crepes in the town is my best friend Romario's mother Camille. I cross through the courtyard and I get stopped by our pet goat Ricci. He bleats at me and I pet him and he rubs his little head on my shin and trots back home to my dad.
                Chapter 2

I continue on to Romario's house to greet him and his mother, our fathers have been best friends for 30 years ever since they were young boys, they even joined the mafia together but they both stopped to raise us but, they still have connections.walking through the threshold there are several different smells but the crepes have a distinct smell that draws me into the kitchen. There is Mrs.Camille flipping the final crepe in a row on a plate and lifts her head and smiles at me. She greets me with a hug and hands me the plate of glorious crepes. I sit down to devour this beautiful delicacy like a mountain lion would devour an elk and I hear Romario's voice echo throughout the Fourier. I hurry to eat them because I am a firm believer in not sharing food but I had to slow down to enjoy the strawberries pureed across the crepes. Camille knows me so well, she knows my favorite fruit is strawberries. Which reminded me that I had to go to the market.