Ghost, anyone? I can’t stand those old drunken woman’s stories.
Pierre never believed in ghosts. One night, that’s all it took––one night.
Everything changed for Pierre, everything.
Except for that extraordinary night, a night like any other night. “Please go to the cellar get a nice bottle of wine. I am cooking a duck in a plumb sauce.”
“Yes love, I guess you want the Latour 1957, don’t you?”
“Yes, and pick some roses from the garden, it will be a romantic dinner for the two of us.”
That’s when everything changed, it will never be the same.
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