Staying Single. Millie Criswell

passion. Another hobby, I’m afraid, and a very expensive one. I’m into vintage wines. I collect them. Mostly California cabs and merlots. I’m a bit of a snob. Don’t care much for the French bordeaux. Highly overrated, in my opinion. Their soil’s depleted from years of doing business as usual. They need to get into the twenty-first century and quit resting on their laurels. Food? Yes, definitely. They can rest all they want. But wine? I think not.”

      Mark’s brow shot up at the man’s unorthodox opinion. He didn’t know much about wine, but he’d always heard that French wines were the best.

      Opening the gift bottle of Joseph Phelps’ Insignia, he handed Leo a glass of the deep red wine, then offered him a seat on the ugly sofa. “I guess Francie told you about my job with the Associated Press?”

      “She did. I must say I’m impressed. I’ve always been a nut about photography, though I can’t take a decent photo to save my life. They’re either overexposed, underexposed or totally out of focus. Maybe I need glasses.”

      “Perhaps I can give you some hints, to thank you for the wine. It’s simple, once you get the hang of it.”

      “I’d appreciate that. I’ve been thinking about buying one of those digital cameras.” He sipped his wine, sighed with pleasure, and then asked, “How do you like Francie? She’s a very special woman, our Francie, though a bit flighty when it comes to men. She hasn’t met the right one yet, I suspect. Though I can tell you that if I were straight she’d be one female I’d lob on to. A more loyal woman you could never ask for. And she’s a real sweetheart, too.”