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Cane-pruning would be required here, she thought. Only the strongest of them would be permitted to grow and to be trained.
    "Complacency becomes rot, Eli. Tradition must be respected, and change explored."
    She scanned the land. The mist was raw and the air damp. The sun would not burn through it that day, she was certain.
    Winters, she thought, grew longer with every year.
    "Some of these vines I planted with my own hands," she continued. "Vines my father brought from Italy. As they grew old, the new was made from them. The new must always have room to sink their roots, Eli, and the mature are entitled to their respect. What I built here, what we've built in our time together, is ours. I'll do as I think best with it, and for it."
    "You always have. In this case, as in most, I agree with you. It doesn't mean we'll have an easy season ahead of us."
    "But a vintage one," she said. "This year…" She reached over to turn a naked vine in her fingers. "A fine and rare vintage. I know it."
    She turned, watched her granddaughter run up the slope toward them. "She's so beautiful, Eli."
    "Yes. And strong."
    "She'll need to be," Tereza said and stepped forward to catch Sophia's hands in hers. "Buon giorno, cara. Come va?"
    "Bene. Bene." They kissed cheeks, hands tightly linked. "Nonna." Sophia eased back, studied her grandmother's face. It was a handsome face, not soft and pretty as the girl on the label made so long ago, but strong, nearly fierce. Carved, Sophia always thought, as much by ambition as time. "You look wonderful. And you."
    She shifted to throw her arms around Eli. Here, it was all very simple. He was Eli, just Eli, the only grandfather she'd ever known. Safe, loving and uncomplicated.
    He gave her a little lift with the hug, so her toes just left the ground. It made her laugh, and cling. "I saw you from my window." She stepped back as her feet hit the ground again, then lowered to pat and stroke the patient Sally. "You're a painting, the three of you. The Vineyard, I'd call it," she continued, straightening to button Eli's jacket at his throat against the chill. "What a morning."
    She closed her eyes, tipping her head back and breathing deep. She could smell the damp, her grandmother's soap and the tobacco Eli must have secreted in one of his pockets.
    "Your trip was successful?" Tereza asked.
    "I have memos. My memos have memos," she added, laughing again as she hooked her arms through theirs so they could walk together. "You'll be pleased, Nonna. And I have some brilliant ideas, she says with due modesty, on the promotion campaign."
    Eli glanced over, and when he saw Tereza wasn't going to comment, patted Sophia's hand. The trouble, he thought, would start very quickly now.
    "The pruning's begun." Sophia noted the fresh cuts on the vines. "At MacMillan as well?"
    "Yes. It's time."
    "It seems a long way till harvest. Nonna, will you tell me why you've brought us all here? You know I love to see you, and Eli, and Mama. But preparing the vines isn't the only work that's required for Giambelli."
    "We'll talk later. Now we'll have breakfast before those monsters of Donato's are up and driving us all insane."
    "Nonna."
    "Later," Tereza said again. "We're not all yet here."
     
    Villa Giambelli sat on a knoll above the center of the valley and beside a forest that had been left to grow wild. Its stones showed gold and red and umber when the light struck them, and its windows were many. The winery had been built to replicate the one in Italy, and though it had been expanded, and ruthlessly modernized, it was still in operation.
    A large, attractively outfitted tasting room, where patrons could, by appointment, sample the products along with breads and cheeses, had been added to it. Wine clubs were welcomed to lavish affairs four times a year, and tours could be arranged through the offices there or in San Francisco.
    Wine, bought from the winery itself on those occasions, could be shipped anywhere in the world.
    The caves,