Chapter 17

“Looks delicious,” said Sawyer, smiling and pushing his papers to one side.

“I only wish I had some wine,” said Bergman as he took his seat at the table. “My father, Spencer, that is, did give me the recipe before he passed on, but I just don’t have the desire to go to all that trouble.” He put a forkful of food into his mouth and chewed. After swallowing, he continued. “I know they sell it in town, but it comes at a high price and I don’t have that much excess produce to trade for it.”

“I’m not one for drinking. The taste doesn’t really appeal to me.”

There was a minute of silence as the men enjoyed their evening meal. It was Sawyer who broke the silence.

“What would you say has been the biggest change in your hundred years?”

Bergman appeared not to have heard the question and so Sawyer decided to leave the question be. Bergman had given him more than enough to work with. But he was mistaken.