“Well, that was certainly helpful,” she murmured, turning toward the direction the cat had suggested. “I am of half a mind to believe that this ...s a dream, but whether it is or not, I most definitely do not wish to die.”She began walking down the right path, which was apparently also the correct path, unable to help but continue to admire the flowers towering overhead, none of which she could put a name to. “I suppose, had I paid more attention in class, I might know some of their names-““Or,. But she also couldn't resist, couldn't forsake the chance."Okay." How about... you know, now?" Now?" It was eight o'clock on a Friday night."My kid is staying with his grandparents. I ain't got nothing to do." I don't either," Laura said, feeling her pulse accelerate slightly. "Want to come over here?"Then she realized that, to Trina, she was a 'lesbian'. Trina wouldn't want to come to her apartment."Sure," Trina said. "Where do you live?"Laura was flabbergasted. Really? You really want to come. “You understood part of what I told you, but not all of it.”“And what part is that?” I asked.“You mother is my sister, but she is my sister by marriage, not blood.”We were all quiet while we let all this new information sink in. Then my mother started to talk to us. “When your father and I decided to get married, his father and my mother were very upset, and told us that if we went through with it, we would be on our own. When the four of you were born, it was my decision not to tell any of you. He said that as an addendum to the will, she was meant to read the note and carry out its instructions.All the paper read was: 'In the wine cellar in the western basement of the estate, lies an ancient secret. Our family's secret must stay a family secret. It is your secret to take and not to give. Keep it safe. Keep it hidden. Keep it away. It fears fire.'Joanne navigated her way to the antique elevator and found her way into the wine cellar, filled with barrels and bottles of wine generations.