“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Nobody has to do anything,” Noah said. “We did it because we wanted to.”
“Well, thank you very much,” Marco said. “Why don’t we carry these goodies down to the cellar?”
Marco led them down a stairway, unlocked a door, and pushed it open. He turned on a light inside the room to reveal a storage room containing several floor-to-ceiling racks filled with wine bottles. “Let’s set these guys down over here,” he said, “and we’ll catalog them this weekend.”
“Catalog them?” Tom said.
“Yes. I’ll bring my laptop down here, log on to the computer in the den, and add these bottles to the inventory as Dani puts them away. Now, about that nightcap—do you guys like Port?”
“Certainly,” Tom said. “When we stayed with William and Henry in Boston we sort of acquired a taste for it.”
Marco went to one of the racks and selected a bottle. “Here we go, a nice bottle of Port from 1963.”
“Cool,” Tom said, “that was the vintage of the century, correct?”