You might be wondering, “What the hell does a fiction piece on the mafia have to do with either wine or devotion (this month’s word)?” The answer is simple. First, many-a-chapters were written over a glass bottle of wine. Don’t judge. Faulkner has his mint julep, Hemingway his mojito, Chandler his gimlet, and Fitzgerald his gin rickey. I have my wine. Second, Santos, our hero (and hit man), has reached a crossroads in his life and begins to question his loyalties, his devotions. This isn’t the most action packed excerpt, but it is quite a pivotal scene. And there’s even some romance for the month of February.
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