Chapter 67 Sixty-seven
- Carolina
- The wine is perfect—not too sweet, not too acidic, with fruity notes.
- As I drink my wine, I watch him cook. He's genuinely talented at it, and he's only gotten better with practice. He pours the eggs into a smaller skillet, and as they cook, he flips them without the spatula—just with a flick of his wrist on the pan's handle.